I will be here after.

Here
after all of you,
and I am okay with that.

I am okay with the fact that you will abuse me to my weakest bone until I have but a penny in a drawer and a home trampled by drunken tirades simply because I will be here after all of you. Still, and within this stillness I seek deeper than any reason to stay. I do not need any of this banter parading around my mind like an anthem to the unholy, but I will cast out it's unrelenting wishes to those blind and painlessly suffering.

I will be here after it because I am the fury of what should have happened. Ill do what I should have done because I sit here now naked and afraid with a bow aimed at my conscience just ready, willing, and able to shut off in case of an emergency.



When life skyrockets
and pieces of you(r skin)
blow away I will gather
what drops and examine
what made you so explosive.

BECAUSE:
I will be here long after
all of this has already
manifested by the passage of this
dusty time that I scatter
with the wand crafted
out of the woes of the dead
who all just want to say:

BE HERE.
BE HERE AFTER.