dVerse | 19.01.2026
https://dversepoets.com/2026/01/19/dverse-prosery-monday-bury-me/#like-33875
Inventory
He thought reckoning would arrive like thunder.
Instead, it came quietly, while folding laundry, while counting pills, while noticing how carefully he avoided mirrors.
He listed his debts the way he’d learned to list sins: what he’d taken, what he’d denied, what he’d called survival when it was really fear. He’d told himself small lies first. Then larger ones. Eventually, they stacked like stones.
He imagined the end not as punishment, but as sorting. What could be released. What could finally rest.
“Bury me with the lies I told,” he thought, not as a wish, but as an instruction. Let them stay underground. Let the truth breathe above him, unarmed.
He didn’t need absolution.
He needed honesty.
And the courage to live what remained without adding to the grave.
💫Maggie
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