I don't care if no one ever says my name again after I'm gone
It sounded beautiful enough while I lived
I will become the dirt that is walked on
Why does it matter if I am remembered
I've debated about donating my body to medical science or criminology for decomposition
But I'm so terrified to be seen in a state other than beautiful
Flesh falling off bone
On a forest floor
Covered by leaves
Picked apart by maggots
Or the smell of formaldehyde
On a sterile surface
Cut apart by scalpels
Judged by students silently
Because they're not supposed to out loud
I will settle for donating my organs
I will say that is enough
I can still be burned in a furnace
Spread across the earth
Falling like the dandelions I used to wish on
My last moments as a body
Looking like me