They say heavy is the head,
But what if my crown isn’t made of gold?
Instead it drips disease and stains white robes.
Soaked in holy water and washed with raw hands,
There is no Hail Mary this time.
So I sit- head of the table
At a coronation where the only other guests
Are the skeletons of the people I wish I’d been.
Megan Cassiday is an English Education Major at Saginaw Valley State University. Her poems have been featured in Where is the River and she is the EIC of Dead Fern Press. You can find her on Twitter @MeganLyn_.