Casket
Stones and pebbles and twigs
I kept
Sand and pearls and seashells
I held
Recorded my pulses and breaths
They said
Your writing reminded me of
That casket I opened to scrape my flesh
Cascading waters of a stagnant blue
Leaves and dirt and thorns
Will pollute
Sun and rains and clouds
Will need
To purify that blemish and soot
They said
Your writing reminded me of
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That casket I opened to burn my flesh
Cascading flames of a painful maroon
They said
Your writing reminded me of
That casket caste away in secret
Unsettling the dust isn’t pleasant
You need to reject it
They said
Your writing reminded me of
The casket, given by my barren lover
Callow affair whitened up
But the ink’s still seeped in
Words and songs and letter
I wrote
Tens and fifty and hundreds
To count
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Even if it’s sad, it makes us wonder
An old casket full of hurt
