‘Sunflower’ by Krista Hasson
I’m running out of breath;
my sweat is overflowing.
My thighs are widely apart;
he’s in six-feet deep.
I can taste my tears;
I can’t feel my legs.
He’s giving me life but
I know this is deadly.
Whose grave is he digging?
Is it mine or his?
Will I die again
or is this the good living?
