what’ll happen to all my digital footprints?

gosh i leave lots of those

will it grow cobwebs between every slide?

will my highlights rot as it create fake memories for my friends?

will my poetry readings be the last thing you’ll hear of my voice?

will you then finally hear every croak and squeal was off?

when will my page turn into a memorial? 

after a week? a month? an anniversary?

i know everything—other than this 

i don’t share my passcodes

what if somebody slide into a dead girl’s dm?

who’ll turn my death into my weekly writings?

will then my poetry be worth decoding?

will then you’ll finally get what i’m screaming?

how many followers will i lose?

who wants to be mutuals with a corpse

which poor soul will have to encounter a dead girl in their explore page?

17 doesn’t look good on a tombstone

but it isn’t strange for anyone to die