Every fall I unearth the corpus
Of my dead ancestors
And make homes out of them.
Bones are stronger than steel
Grief has a timeline.
So I pack my sadness
In boxes, you gifted me affection
And asked the doctor
To place it inside my liver.
The liver regenerates itself completely within two weeks
The morning after my funeral
I started eating
Dead roses and
The razor blades you hid
In the cupboard beneath the old painting,
For breakfast.
Stomach acids are strong enough to dissolve razor blades
52.
The number of times,
You accidentally left scars on my body.
52 the number of times
You breathed me back to life.
52 The number of bones
In my feet that couldn't
Walk me away from you.
One-quarter of the bones in our body are present in our feet,
A quarter that made me stay.
The neck is the softest place to draw blood,
So you kissed me there.
Sucked out enough blood
And made an iron nail,
To hammer us
Picture perfect in a broken frame
And hung it on your wall of regrets.
The human body has enough iron to make a metal nail 3 inches long
You killed my god
In a battle against my soul.
And named yourself
My death and salvation.
But listen,
Last night I took a shot of cyanide.
Now I see you dressed as my grim reaper.
Cyanide is a sucide bomber
YOU ARE READING
Lying, Underneath.
PoetryI don't know if I exist. A collection of poems and letters to fill the distance between dreams.
