Everlasting

6/25/15

Cerulean carnations
mark winding paths
around my ribs,
strangle the marrow
from my spine
and raise up
new beginnings
from the ashes
of what was.

I choke on misguided memories
in my skull, try to breathe
dust clouds of immortality
but only cough up ghosts
of what could have been.

My skeleton sighs,
releasing thoughts of
what should be into
the air of what is...

...and my mind is freed of what forever will be.