Lay me down, unbound,
no shell to hold me still,
no walls to fence the earth
from what I’ve been.

Let the soil know my name,
taste what I’ve carried within—
the weight of a world etched into my skin.
May it learn my burdens, my shadowed refrain,
and vow never to echo such pain again.

Take me back, not as ash,
nor as monument,
but as memory undone,
a caution sown deep,
that no blood may ever bear
this weight again.