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I liked playing with the handle bars
The creek of the door; open and close
It looked like an unconventional bed
The coffin was home to a dying rose

It looked expensive so I was careful
With my play, my caress, and goodbye
I made sure not to taint or scratch
Pine as glazed as a dead mans eye

I strolled into the field casually
As though it were a park
I eyed the patch of dirt,
Collapsed, and made my mark

It was perfectly dug grave
It was a lovely job well done
Grass right at the edges
As if dirt never tried to run

If it weren't six feet deep
I'd say it was a rabbits hole
I would jump right in
Who knows, I'd sell my soul

One foot in the grave
It dangled in thin air
Pulling me right in
A lightless, little lair

I turned onto my stomach
Letting green grass stain my shirt
I poked my head inside the grave
Expecting to fall face first in the dirt

But it doesn't happen
My dream stays untrue
Bones aren't broken
My neck not askew

I think about the coffin
A needed midday nap
But the fantasy's soon tamed
By a wrathful winter slap

The wind fanned my thoughts
Along with my hair
I flew into the grave
With warnings "beware"

I lay broken
Lungs battered
My clothes torn
My skin tattered

I stared down the sun
But a cloud swallowed it whole
I wished to scale the grimy walls
With muscles limp from lack of control

I was sprawled and dreaming
Wishing for my unconventional bed
The smell of overpriced pine
And a claustrophobic door overhead

I gazed at the collecting dust
I inhaled in the dirt caving in
Someone was shovelling it
A coward for I couldn't see his grin

As I opened my eyes
Gravel stabbed pins
I couldn't read my story
So this is where a new one begins

They never figured out what happened
No one will know where on earth I went
Did the atheist go to heaven or hell?
Where was her afterlife spent?...

But no, I'm not complaining
Next time I'll know how to behave
I was just playing with the coffin
I never thought I'd fall into the grave