— Made A Cabinet of My Ribs —
An impenetrable diamond set into silver:
your engagement ring.
A lock of your hair in a glass jar:
a keepsake for me of your undying love.
But your undying love was now dead,
as dead as the tongue that spoke of it,
the tongue which now sat frigid in your corpse.
A hole in the cavity of my chest has since then
taken residence where your love lived.
You wanted the forever things, you would chirp.
These mementos which stared now,
ironically:
Above ground.
Above you.
Your forever things will be safe with me,
each thing on its own porcelain shelf of rib cage:
Your diamond ring,
your glass jar,
and your undying love.
The three live in the cavity of my chest,
safe beneath stitched together flesh
until I, too, take my last and dying breath.
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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...
