garbage in the freezer
for a hundred years will stay
hidden from the eyes of lovers
becoming stone in a day
then a hand will come by
and open the door
all that rotten remaining
will unfreeze and liquefy
red as blood onto the floor
overheating the core
still from six feet under
it will crawl to the sun
unable to forgive itself ever
for keeping its heart in the cold
it will have no skin and no flesh
and no bone
it will crawl with only its soul