"I Realized Yesterday That I Am Not Immortal and My OCD Is Making Me Obsess over My Future Epitaph" by Ally Wharton

on my tombstone i don’t want to be memorialized.

don’t dress me up on my wedding day or funeral.

i want to be stripped to the bone.

 

i am a blank slate.

an untouchable column wrapped in ivory

pricked with the thorns of my own skin

hollowed from the black holes of my own body.

 

don’t tell me i deserve to be loved when i push you away

i am not a shakespearean tragedy.

don’t tell me i am pretty when i write with my own blood

i am the only digger of my grave.