— Possessed, Possessions —
I became the needle,
so I may know your blood,
as you often prick your finger
when you sit to sew.
I became the bed beneath you,
so I may know your weight
and shape to the crescents
of your hips.
I became the pendant
hanging from your necklace,
so I may know your fragrance,
the scent of dried roses.
I became the mirror
you stand in the center of,
so I may, too, observe you.
Your death rattled me,
for I no longer knew where to go
to find you.
So, beloved,
I became your coffin,
so I may stay with you
until your bones fade
to dust.
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Humans Have Soft Bones
PoetryFeatured @WattPadPoetry [02/14/20] - Humans are soft, from their hearts to their bones. A collection of poetry from New York writer and poet. It showcases the fragility of human nature, both physically and emotionally. In this collection he uses the...
