/lit/ - Literature

one day will be old
and tomorrow will be what you once did
once or twice it comes
like the check on the list
your hangups will take you
from what is to what once was
and a beautiful flat headstone
one day a skinny girl
will be your skinny wife
ugly and bug eyed, with marvellous teeth
that once were the worst part
of a slate white package
and what was prom night will be
a picture
in the book in your firstborns closet
one day your skinny wife
will grow older then you
for a disease you invited ravaged you whole
she will nitpick for you
and choose which blue
liquid will sit in your chest
and even in the end
life after death
the bastard knows better than you
your child will bear the coffin
to a room that smells of oats
and they'll cry and claim ashes
and sail off into the moat
into the spot the kids go to eat
a sunday in summertime clothes


one day a mother will cry in the night
for a water and a little white pills
but no one will be there to answer
to answer the sad mothers will
and the cat will watch like balthus
and lust for the food in the bowl
one day your time will be up
one day, your day will grow old