I dug myself a grave 
just five feet long, and
deep enough for the 
not so dead body to gasp for air.
should I burn the body?
should I safely store it in a coffin?
maybe, both? 
but is that even possible?
can a body be dead, twice?
In the loving memory of
the tombstone read my name. 
candle wax and wilted flowers.
a man with a thick voice 
gently whispered
In the loving memory
of this beautiful soul.
beautiful?
you can't define a soul as beautiful
if you haven't dug deep into 
how?
how he/she/they/them
dug themselves 
a grave.
a grave
to live a life of the dead soul.

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