Obituary

when i hear that you’re dead and gone
i’ll probably ask to speak at the funeral
your soul might be looking down
just to see who’s bothered to show up
and you’ll recognize me cus
i’ll be the one who stands at the front
and cries
“i wish i’d had that filthy drug-induced shag
with the ol’ boy after all!”
cus i’ll be thinking
“maybe i could’ve saved him
with an immaculate blowjob
or an inventive fuck”

but really
that’s a load of shit, right?
what can save a dying man
but his own will to live?
and who honestly believes
in the power of cunt
anymore?

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Laura Roberts is the Editor of Black Heart Magazine.