Jeremy Mifsud - You Can Still Save My Corpse from Sinking

He tossed my corpse. I float. Fish nibble on my rotting flesh. Open wounds bleed into the open sea.

He got away with rape.

Don’t let my body sink onto the urchin seabed. I deserve a funeral. Retrieve my corpse and take me there.

I’ve left behind all the songs I wish to be played.

He wasn’t stopped. He wasn’t punished.

Stop washing your guilt into the sea; save my corpse instead.

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