The Broken Down Frame of My Body
the broken down frame of my body
was decaying before my eyes
my lungs collapsing
my balled fists crumbling
into fragments of broken bones
like a shattered stained glass window
compiled of a variety of colors
that are shades of blacks, whites, and grays
my hips decomposing
and my shoulders caving in
like the curl of a six foot wave on the north shore
I could feel my lips dissolve
and my jaw splinter
into minuscule shards of glass
and my heart
fracturing, perishing, disintegrating
into pieces so microscopic
you could fit them through the eye of a needle
the broken down frame of my body
was decaying before my eyes
but since the day I met you
bushels of tiger lilies start to climb the small of my back
and line my shoulders
orchids are sprawling along my neck
vines and stems of roses intertwine with my collarbone
and the seeds of dandelions cascade through my fragile veins
there are flowers growing under my pale skin
there is a garden blossoming inside of me; all because of you
you're like my sun
mustering every pigment that once shone under my skin
to gather all of my features in my cold body
to recover every last bit of ‘pretty’ left in my blood
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