-wail
I beg you,
won’t you leave me grief in your will?
must you take my grief with you,
sharp cuts,
ever the scalpel,
incising you from me,
ensuring no donor match is possible.
on the table,
operation abort,
nil pulse,
turn off the support,
don’t let my son,
have any dignified memory of me.
-W.E.
lonerloaner 