in the event of my untimely death
You will find most of
My creative aspirations
Inside this god forsaken
Utility-based app. Please
Do what you will with them.
I’ll be dead. So it won’t matter
To me anymore
That I’m cringe.
Maybe you’ll find
The need to throw
Them away, virtually
Of course, in fact
Because of how cringe
They are.
I forgive you.
But, I will haunt you.
My toxic trait
Is believing so much
More in myself
Posthumously
Than I ever did
Alive.