Posthumous

I don’t believe in life,

so I’ve become religious.

Every Sunday, bright and early,

I guarantee my entry to the

observation deck,

where I can sit with my

telescope from death

and watch as my creations

drown in the acclaim of which they

gasped for while my heart was beating.

 

I swear to my strung-along God that

killing myself was the most

effective method of immortality,

especially for someone as needy as me.

© Sam Hunt, 2017

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