She/Her

She said

Your lips taste like honey when you die

I didn't know how to reply

Just nodded

She said

Your style reminds me of Ginsberg

I blushed

Nowhere near the beat's level, I said.

She was the only person who'd read

All my poetry and short stories

Listen to musings and violent thoughts

I'd go to her for advice, always

Far as I can remember.

Introduced me to literature

Music movies tv shows

Taught how to write

Handled my worst breakups

Told me to stand on my feet

Then live on knees.

We knew each other since kindergarten

Never defined "friends"

But it floated like cherry blossom petals on a river

Our connection.

I couldn't help her

To overcome trauma and abuse

Abysmal scars and fear and hatred

Amalgamated inside

Disintegrated her sanity

Like ants laying eggs inside a corpse's veins.

We're all daffodils and snowflakes and ash

And shit and children of some decaying god

Waiting for the end to come.