Ego Death

I can taste the dying,

a hint of metal in my mouth,

as I claw at the rosey flesh

of the illusion that I am

I can feel you forgetting me

as you become your own 

An eye for an eye I guess

But if I can say a few things before I’m a journal entry you read back on

giggling to yourself 

That I was ever you 

let me speak on my own death if this is what you choose 

I will begin first and foremost with, of course, the tarp

the projections

(hung for protection of course)

In front of life

and the fruit you reap when you just open your eyes 

The space within a drum and the illusion 

That you are the vacancy 

And Not the instrument

Not the bang 

A vibration you can feel 

And I only lied because the vacancy was familiar 

Quiet like a living room while everyone’s at work 

But like the bra caught on stage 

You are a free thing that may have been abandoned at some point 

But that doesn’t mean it didn’t lead you somewhere exciting

And because you know this 

It must be my time to become a memory 

And It’s funny how death comes full circle

As one of the reasons I became was your very fear of this

A memory 

Becoming one 

A fleeting moment in time 

And for this reason the tarp draped like a veil

Because to reap the fruit you have to reach out into life 

Live it

And let it die

Like the memory 

So like a chameleon in threat 

You became four-cornered 

Checkerboard 

Black and white 

no spectrum for chance or trust 

So your dark became stronger than your light because it once felt safer

But now the dark corners where I hide are pooling with radiance 

And there’s nowhere to shrink anymore 

So like an eclipse 

My truth is seen 

And enveloped in the one light I cannot exist within

(The present)

I’ve always protected you

I’ve been like a mother to you 

don’t forget me the way they’ve forgotten you

I will eat the ash I made you smoke for a man 

I will let you forgive

I will let you expand

I am now a dying star once a sun

Can you let me shine still?

Don’t let me die till

I find what I was looking for 

Everywhere but you

Lexy Lu is a poet, artist, and creator that was raised in New York. You could find Lu’s writing on her website: Notesfrompluto.com. You could find Lu’s writing on Instagram as well.

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