the five of you, you still haunt me
i still agonize over every word
every interaction, every wound
but perhaps it is me that is the ghost
for i do not wish to die
but if i had the chance to attend my own funeral
i would fight tooth and nail
past those who claimed that they loved me
just to get a glimpse of my gravestone
just so i can spit on it
it would save the lot of you
a great deal of trouble