SAMANTHA LEE CURRAN
NOVEMBER 25, 2022
Disintegrate
I lay here, disintegrate
into the mattress
Pull the covers over like
the lid to my coffin
Feel my veins intertwined with the
Fabric, the roots of my grave
My fibres a feast for the scavengers,
Picking the threads of flesh from
My frame
My bones now a cage
Protruding from the bed I
Made for myself
Becoming a home for the corpse fauna
Flourishing in my wake
I lay here; disintegrate
Cover myself in dirt
Like the bedsheets
That hold my broken body
My skin rotting
Decaying stains
Yellowing the cotton
In my nightly coffin
My essence seeping into
The earth
Exposed to the vultures
My ribcage
Pitching a shelter
For my innocence
To flourish in my wake
I lay here, disintegrate.
Samantha Lee Curran is a poet, writer and editor of trash to treasure lit. Her work has been published through Stereo Stories, Anaerkillik, Mamamia, SourCherry Mag, Witch Way Magazine, among others. Samantha is attending an Artist's Residency in France in 2023. Twitter: @slcurran & Instagram:@s.l.curran