“Departed” by Liv Merritt

Curled on the kitchen floorboards

My heart and guts collapse

I would fold myself into you

Kneading my flesh to yours

I cannot think of another way

That I desire so desperately

Water for the parched lips

Sleep for the weary one

Shriek and howl at the windowsill

Orion will let loose his club

And the cold silence will come

Mourn for the departed

They will not find a way

Eyes, blank and empty space

Tongues won’t let the words out

Slip off and sink into the soil

The dirt covers dry bones 

Come and sit next to me

Let us fold ourselves together

And rest for eternity, entwined

About Liv Merritt
They/Them/Theirs

Liv Merritt is a writer and maker living with their cat, Mr. Toad, in Fort Collins, Colorado. They spend their days making the world a more beautiful place, developing community, and working on various creative endeavors.