sometimesihatemycat

And so I wait
Nearly numb
For vital bits
To realign
Inside my ribs
I used to know
Because I read in books
This trap of bones
Designed itself
To do the work
Of keeping all
Soft parts of me
Protected while profusing
But lately I’ve gone
Blind and dumb
As this mettled meat
That used to beat
So wild
Has steeled itself
Because we both forgot
I have these bones
To do that job
My body is its own
Iron maiden
Ready made
And built to keep me
Pained but safe
Inside
And so we wait
My bits and I
To settle in
And bleed again

-me

Photography: iron maiden-head detail by markis024 at deviantart.com

~ by April on February 1, 2019.

Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Loss, Love, Poetry
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