by Jack Calavera
Memento Mori. Her clenched fist Bloomed like a rose. Hands together in prayer Holding all of her bones. Memento Mori. The words she Yearned to hear. Letting her know I'm aging. Untimely, I can disappear. Memento Mori. Stay. Stay with me. Baby, please stay With me. Remind me I'm running Out of time. Watch me work. Keep me company. Memento Mori. More than my bones, I want to leave a legacy. Till then my dear, You can have me.
Jack Calavera grew up in a small town in Arvin, CA and is active in the art community in
Bakersfield CA where he currently lives. He’s an upcoming musician, often preaches and acts on living to your fullest potential. His writing revolves around, love, life, death and mental health.