With rotting hands
Pour salt inside
My flayed open chest;
Kiss my bones
To steal the marrow;
Peel away skin clinging to
The sweet smell of a lovers
Perfume of
Lavender and ashes;
Centuries cannot corrode
The aroma
Of love and loss and
Secrets sold.
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Puisi{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
