I woke in dreams in a sarcophagus with poetry on my lips, beetles in my hair, and sand in my skin.
When the worms inside me linger
And all the deaths in my rib cage
Grow hungry, do not flinch, my love
As you bury my bones for the final time
I will wake below Geb, in your arms
Kiss me out of dreaming into new life
For I am the Queen of the Dead
Born for a throne beside Yours.