The final "Good night"

This is the last Christmas.
A year from now she'll be'a settling
In the stomach of some wormy insect.
She'll be silent in the ground.
I think I'll wrap her up a boomerang...
This time next year it'll be coming back around.

I wonder how she'll go...
How all her beginnings will meet their end...
Will she simply shut her eyes with lids of snow?
Will she leave like my uncle
Screaming, clawing, trying to
Take me with her?
Will I have the heart to tell her no...?

If it be me that holds her hands in those final few,
It will be me that feels the slight breeze on my cheek
From her last exhale.
It will be me that watches her fleshy skin descend
From peach to pale.
If it be me, I can gaurantee, the inquisitive wretch I am,
I will bore myself in her eyes.
I will know exactly who she see's when
Her truths are compared to her lies.

So Merry Christmas!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
One less gift under the fucking tree.