The Brilliance of Bones

December 5, 2011
By manicrose SILVER, New York, New York
manicrose SILVER, New York, New York
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By the time I came back the fireflies had gone out.

The only light was from stars melting and whirling

crazily through the galaxies, above the seeping dark,

and in my room I found my heart

wrapped up for me in a box,

tied neatly, complete with a note in your spiderweb hand:

“Keep it. I appreciate the gift and always will,

but it’s time for you to have it back again.”

You were always so polite, even in the end.

But you forgot: what if I don’t want it back?

You always were so imperfect, impenetrable,

unmovable and unmoved.

I spent the rest of that night eating a lemon,

scooping out the flesh,

tasting sourness without the sweet.

Right now I watch the fireflies wink out one by one as darkness comes

and I call you and wait for you and plead with you and watch

as you rip me up into nothing and nothing and nothing

until all that’s left

are bones.  

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