To be consumed

Will you hold me, when I take my last breath?
Will you drink my blood, the fleeting remnant of my living spark?
Eat my eyes, so you can see what I have seen.
Use my lungs to taste my world, its fresh crispness and its ashy poison.
My feet are bruised from all the obstacles in my path, that I cannot leave.
Feel the dry skin of my body, my protector and sufferer of past sunshine and forgotten days.
Listen with my ears, to the early mornings, the raging storms inside and outside.
Touch everything you can reach, the pulsing heartbeats in my center.
Why don't you feel what I feel, although you've eaten me whole?

 

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