Non-Resistant

Bury me with stained glass so I can at least look at something beautiful
Where the maggots are company
And conversations between grievers and angel statues entertainment
Gnaw and suckle on a bone
When will my breath stop?
I hate the smell of iron

Families, generations of bacteria rotting my mouth away on instinct
If breath escaped my pursed lips
It would take you back to being buried
That stench etched into your bones

I could never figure out why flies always surrounded me
In and out of mouth and nose
Maybe looking for something that wasn't there
Pulsating, encased already twice removed
Droning, droning, forever drowning
When will my flowers be exhumed?