Unholy

my sternum is aching to pull apart
but you weave your fingers between my ribs
ease the darkness
fill my lungs like my last cigarette
before bed
keep me calm
when the preachers find me out
I'll be buried underneath the weeping trees
my rights were always wrong
I'm a sunken body laid at the cross

when the town chases me down
keep me above water
when they try and drown me out
take the flowers out of their vase
lay them over my new grave
so I'll have something to graze
when I'm come clawing
crawling back out
in seven days