Oblivion (By Cat Matchuk)

a burial ground
Photo by sergio souza.

Shovel this dirt.
It’s not good enough

I need more,

more dirt,
less of me.

It can never go deep enough
even if it went
all the way
through white bone

to the blackened tombstone.

If these nails pierce the heart
to grasp proof that I am good enough,
all the way
through my soul,
it would never be deep enough,
and I
would never be enough

Oblivion would be greeted with open arms,
and you
will be turned away at the door.