It was always fate to have the earth eat up my bones,
no matter the way.
and so, now, it is.
the secrets i have -
and the grief that flows through my spine
and the emotion that calls itself 'Happiness',
(no wait! strike that)
and all my orgasms that bind my cranial sutures and
every single one of my heart beats
and, of course, all of my anatomy,
all of it, burned up and left for carbon.
lucky for me,
my electricity started in the sun.