Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Made of his rib


I carry my love
inside my ribs
and I am so bent
by its weight
I can barely walk.

I stopped being a woman
the day you kissed me,
instead 
I am a two-legged museum of 
things that finally make sense -

I am a museum of you 
and 
I carry myself around this town
feeling heavier than ever,
praying that I'll never be able
to walk with my back straight
again. 

3 comments:

  1. i promised myself i'd stop breaking my ribs for people who don't belong in my chest.
    after a while it was the pain i couldn't live without

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  2. Thank you for sharing your beautiful thought! It really brought a smile on my face. :)

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  3. i promised myself i'd stop breaking my ribs for people who don't belong in my chest
    after a while it was the pain i couldn't live without
    because
    i had too many miles between my ribs
    the tiles of other peoples bathrooms
    in my palms
    no sence of balance
    or direction
    it has to mean something, right?
    you can’t just run
    sometimes you have to choose
    to stay
    you plant your feet firmly
    you will grow out of this
    you will grow out of this
    you will grow out of this
    they said
    you will grow words out of this
    is the thing that they never said
    it is in your blood
    like it is in the sap
    of the roots that will grow
    from the your soles of your feet
    the thing is
    you were made to heal
    so break away
    my darling
    breathe in the dust from your bones
    like the smoke of cigars
    it won’t kill you
    it will let you live
    slowly
    just enough so you can
    lick the blood of your skin
    pretend it’s not just another bloody mary
    you see i get confused sometimes
    people fell from me too often
    i forgot which way is down
    i guess i have to grow
    until moss grows on me
    maybe i’ll learn which way is north again

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