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Still-Life

Sternum is ridged sunrise,
protruding against thin skin
wrapped tightly 'round caged
chambers: it beats out tiny rhythms  
no one hears.  
 
You've dug a hole, burlap
thrown haphazardly over
my shell: a tiny peek
of pink skin rattling nerves.
 
You didn't think this through.
 
Sweat beads across your brow.
Streaks form ghosts on hot
cheeks: would-be tears,
self-imposed miracle of emotion.
 
Arms are heavy with my weight,
crushing an already compressed
spine, weary of the heavy
burden you bear.
 
Catastrophic cacophony rises
up into the night, torching
stars, burning them to the ground.
 
We lay side by side, under
a blanket of ash:
your cover of apathy, my sorrow
in still-life.
Eerie
Written by Eerie
Published | Edited 29th Nov 2021
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