WASH
- Dark Poets Club

- 11 hours ago
- 1 min read
By Susan DiPronio

Will you wash my body
when I lay upon the last throne.
No other will do.
As stiffness replaces softness
that held you through the storms
let your fingers flow gently
tracing the last lines of my life.
While they fill with your tears
drink of me one last time.



