PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

The Body


I have found you in this small room, neatly tucked away in the closet so no one can see you. Never have I seen a body tremble so rapidly. Much like the movements of a leaf when it takes off in its autumn wind. You’re hand clenched on your pharynx, gasping at the sight of color around you. There I witnessed the rotting teeth sunken in your gums. Those same teeth that spit out lies, the lies I wish I never heard. The lies I wish I never believed. When you collapsed I gaped of fright. Yet I was not surprised, bodies of glass can only stay unbroken for so long. Yours had already been cracking. I ran to you, as I always did. Careful not to pierce my skin over your silhouette of shattered glass. I couldn’t hear you utter a single word, you lay silent and still on the floor. I tried to save you. Prying open your chest to find a pulse, only to find frozen flesh disguised as a heart. It was too cold; no warmth could even melt it. It froze your lungs; it froze any chance of honesty to be circulated in your body. I always understood why your body had always been so cold, but I was still in shock of this horrific sight. As I touched the skin I used to hold dear, it withered into sand. The sand that scattered over the ones you claimed you loved. It reminded me of my childhood. How I would take my time and build a beautiful castle and then I’d let the waves destruct it. You let people take you, giving yourself to everyone, and they would leave you demolished. Your body became a defeated castle crushed by reality. Neither my mending nor my warmth would ever be enough. When you passed, I did the same with you as I did in my childhood memories. I let the waves take you out to sea. I watched you wash away. There I realized, your body was worthless to the sea
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

thesakeofmotion

My name is Piper. I love tea,brand new,and circa survive I'm a photographer I see beautiful things in humble places, while other people see nothing. I'm inspired by everything reality isn't.

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.