(Day 282.  Nothing much to say, except that I’m in love with creating and writing.  Like, genuinely in love with the craft.)

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet.  Cut myself on angel’s hair and baby’s breath…

Here lies me
Under the taker’s hand
Death is as beautiful
As this celebration of life
Remember me when I was alive
Before I’m lowered into your soul
Never to see light again
Never to see your smile again
But the casket is comfortable.