Monday Afternoon - Marika Hackman

I have no head

The forest floor is my bed

The leaves that fall I use as a blanket

For my bones are as cold as lead

The weight of all those hungry mouths

The things they said

I have no eyes

The forest floor I despise

But I will not be gone in the morning

I will lie, still here, I will lie

You said to meet at the edge of the trees

On a Monday afternoon

I waited until the moon

Lay on your back, breathe it in

The sickly sweet of my rotting skin

And you followed the road

And it was just our dust, just our dust

The trace of your steps

Leads right to where I took my breath

For the last time, it lingers forever

As a ghost of where we last met

The stars were not so brave to show

What they don’t know

Standing there in the frosty air

I knew our time had come

And you followed the road

And it was just our dust

I feel no pain

The blood is frozen in my veins

And although you were here in the morning

My skin was cold before you came