when my time has come, will you paint my toes and pencil in my eyebrows?

will you make sure my hair is just so? crimson and spiky.

what is it about my body leaving the physical world that implies things have to be just so.

forgive me. i asked you to.

vanity served me well. for a time.

perhaps i’m afraid you can only remember me this way?

i want you to miss me. not the shell.

my soul.