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When i die, do not bury me in the earth naked

Let me be smothered gently, coccooned by my potential

Allow me to pupate, to become what i should have been

Because it's clear a human body is not for me

I am an empty shell, a half-formed creature with no purpose or direction

No organs save for my bleeding heart,

No bones save for my ribs around it like a hand

Loving fingers protecting the tenderest part of my tender being

Which is just as afraid to live as it is to die