AUTOPSY

chrome zippered smile
cracks in slow motion
and the medical examiner
turns to me

who is she?

click whir

she is blue eyes
no
paperwork requires specificity.

she is an ocean storm raging
in winter.
her eyes 2 bright blue boats
fighting the current
affairs meddling in her

hair is brown streaked with silver...
no...

she is a earthquaked landscape
stiched back together with moonlight
illuminating shillohettes
of past loves and future dreams
a sensitive seismic shimmer in
desert winds

she is cold
i touch familiar icicles
spirals of skin
unwound in the shared intimacy
only marriage can slice open.

when she cries, winter storms
become verdent fields
the droughts of abandoned
wells are filled
and there is beauty in the grief.

she is 5'7"
no...
she is the height of icarus' ambition
soaring too close to the truth
people have burned witches for.
she wore her dreams on her body
daring the world to look away.

she has 6 tattoos:
one black cat (left breast)
one cloud covered orb (inner left arm)
one sun/moon tribal (outer left wrist)
one sailboat with "chris" in cursive            (right ankle)
one purple and green anhk in flames (inner left arm)
one tribal (outer right arm)

no...

she is a library of emotions.
permanent stories housed in the
parchment of her pale skin.
i have read each one a thousand times
tragedy and love and rebellion
and recovery and tales of discovery.

except the sailboat. that was a dare.

cause of death
no...

reason for rebirth.
 there is no death.
 our souls have connected many times.
this is just an interruption.
the pause before the next breath.
this is just a body on a slab.
this isnt you.

the smile reverses
black panelled material
taking your past life to the flames.

my phoenix.

Reviews

[RedChickPoet]

Love this, even if it wasn't about who it's about. :)
You're incredibly talented.
::: gimme paws :::
More please? Lol.