you were so well crafted.
each line color coded and categorized.
i took your limbs out of a dusty box,
brushed them off, and went to work.

your lips were worms;
your eyes full of canker sores.
your throat
was a swan, limp, and lifeless.
your shoulders screamed
of nights of abuse.
your torso and ribs
had become Adam,
your inner thighs Eve,
and between them, Eden.

but you were lost to me,
those days with which
we had been partners and
souls and sisters and human.
those nights we spent delving
into one another. there would
be countless times when i
would spit upon your grave
for the sheer audacity you have for leaving.

i didn't give you permission.
you merely gave me your back.

but as i was
being one with your pieces,
i swallowed you whole,
laid you back to rest and realized
that after tonight,

rigor mortis
would never be so beautiful.

12/04/2003

Author's Note: odd topic. but! handed to me by ms. marie. record time yet again. *flex, laugh.* bring it.

Posted on 12/04/2003
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