Death's Worth

I wrote this when we were working with plaster in my 3D Design course.

My lungs are filled with plaster.

The cast of my stomach

is setting.

Grit and liquid leak

out my mouth and nose.

 

Warmth permeates my tissue,

emanates from my insides,

trickles out my pores,

washes over me.

 

My hands intertwine.

My pregnant lids, near close,

face the dint of the ceiling.

I plan to spend my days here,

rooted in the carpet,

with the solace of knowledge

and destination.

 

I feel full and heavy and whole.

It’s just me,

just me here.

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[Distant horizons]

Nice. I think if I'm reading this correctly spending your days rooted to the carpet could mean either the cast you made or the time its takng to dry :-)
I'm probably wrong on both counts but I really enjoyed reading this.