The Bones
Would you have me burn?
because you hate the sight of my bones
The peaks, valleys, and creases of my form
prove to be too much for your eyes
Runaway child
Run back to the night
Hide until you can hear the lark
promising you one more chance
The moon of Gemini is all at once your fault
While the ruling of me graces your lips
with new pardons
The stronghold where you seek shelter
In my breast find the peace of my beat
Bow your head, hold your hands and tongue
I know already the prayer you hold
The ailment of my heart
The lament of my soul
The musings to my pain
Would you have me burn?
This hellfire is a relief to cold bones
You froze me through
These dry bones are rattles
Shivering at your distance
Dance to my solemn tune, girl
My heart is a barren womb
Never to birth love again
A new moon brings new feverish dreams
Close your eyes and think back
back to when you felt free
Our hand was dealt in the suit of death
Our discordant hearts never to be in sync
How we were oil and water
The virgin’s blood on the sheets could not save us
Our bed forever stained with a whores scent
The bastardized love of fools
Passion does not healthy love make
Would you have me burn?
The poison of anger
Has finally reached my veins
I spit on your sorries
Damn you to shame
and bite my thumb at your name
Tell them all how you burned me
Tell them about the love I gave you
Merry demons dancing through Styx
I'd sooner see you buried
Than in another's arms
and yet you still grace the earth
Tapping on my grave
Wake my heart to try again
Forgiveness is complete
I knew before it happened
and still you waited weeks
Find me in my solitude
Show me your repentance
Would you really have me burn?
Copyright © Emily Chisholm | Year Posted 2018
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