Bones

Bones

A Poem by Elizabeth

I wish you had a grave
so I had somewhere to hide
on nights like this.

I would open the mausoleum doors
and slip beneath you,
curling up on a cold shelf.

Your bones laying next to me would be comfort enough.

But you have no grave.
And there is no solace in any crypt but my own.

© 2016 Elizabeth



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Been a while since I saw anything from you... nice one
a very cryptic poem that I think can be taken many ways. That is my favorite kind of poem.

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Elizabeth

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your review. It's good to see you!
This piece is actually pretty literal. He d.. read more

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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Wonderland, TN



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