Buried

When it is the day -
My happiest day -
The day I am uncovered
When I can be a
Tick on the map
Instead of a cross

I will look through
Blue glass
(Hateful colour)
I will see your face: blue
Your fringe astray
Nostrils flaring

You are so excited

I will shrink back I am delicate
I am pretty
I smell fragrant
You will love me

My pleases turn cold glass
Pliant
You will open it
You will open me
Hacking at wax
A blunt old blade
Both of us smiling
Each crack a mistake

I am a blast
Air turns to death
The earth will rot
Before your bones catch the light once more

I am an insect
I'd eat glass
I'll eat anything already dead
You'll be dead
I'll be gorging myself
In your stomach

You are foolish and dead
But thanks, all the same.