The Curve Of My Collar Bones - Poem by Iris Balgaire
I never woke up wanting to tear
my heart from my ribcage.
You arose from the context of my words,
From the depths of my mind,
Lived in the curves of my collar bones.
An ache that echoed
the empty halls of my presence
felt in the tips of my fingers as I
outlined my being
onto empty canvases
I told you I outlined death
in the marrow of my bones
under streetlight glows.
Did you listen
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