By k.r. taylor
when time takes its toll, when i’m finally permitted to exhale and never inhale again, send this tired flesh to save another. take whatever is left of my body and set it up in flames. i’ve been burning for years– let this bonfire finally be the last. do what you need with the ashes, but i beg of you, don’t bury me to be a corpse, crawled on and eaten away by insects. my body did that enough when it had a pulse.