Jewelry Poem by Tiernan Booth

If I had a piece of jewelry for every friend that I've lost,
My fingers would no longer consist of skin,
But rather the metal of every ring.
My arms covered in metal and iron things,
While my face and my ears streaked with earrings!
My hair would consist of the tiny threads,
Of homemade bracelets from every friend.
The black of my eyes would consist of beads,
In the shape of hearts that used to beat.
My nails would consist of compressed gold,
Like the skin of the person I used to hold.