Freckles sprinkled
atop her grave
I stand and wait
for the savior's aid.

The battle axe
cuts through air
as unicorn bone
and ligaments tear

and when breached,
we looked inside,
your casket felt
like a place to hide

from all deceivers
and gods alike,
I melted down
like an oblong knife,

and cooled to form
a protective shield
to keep you from
ever having to feel.

They closed it,
the casket,
and there we rest,

168lbs of steel
atop
your chest.

Then your eyes moved
and you saw me there
I noticed something
behind your stare,

this isn't her,
that isn't you,
I'm in the wrong box,
this is not your tomb.

03/12/2014