26/31: Gravesite

i stood on your grave with bare feet one day in october. i didn't know what to expect; what to feel. i've carried pride in my pocket because i've laid no emotional claim to the dirt around your corpse. sounds shitty, i know, but i'm comforted with your molecules i breathe in every other second.

so yeah, anyway - i stood. flesh on cold, wet grass. i didn't feel your heart beat. the rain matted my hair and i walked away after i touched your name, eternally stayed in concrete. i walked away then immediately threw up.