like a skinned hand bleeding
like a tramp choir crying
like a dropped rat skipping
like a back door squeaking
like a crack whore tweaking
what is it like after we die?
like a string that's broken
like a thing that's smoking
like a blue flame burning
like a new brain learning
like a declining graveyard
like a shining brave star
like a child that's fainting
what is it like after we die?