Corpse Fingers
With blue-grey nails like twilight
Corpse fingers wrap around my throat with the thought
Of what could have been...
Of what was.
It was there on my fingertips,
There against my hand, warm and swollen with life,
Beating against my palm with the sort of enthusiasm
Saved for blinding red sunsets and once-a-century storms.
It's gone.
.
Should I miss the empty thought of what if's?
Should I miss the shadows gathering around my ankles,
Collecting dust on my eyelashes?
Maybe I should have missed it
But I can only grin in sheer amazement at the hole in my chest,
The stellar nursery giving birth
To something that tastes a little like death.
.
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But I can only grin in sheer amazement at the hole in my chest, The stellar nursery giving birth To something that tastes a little like death. These lines resonated so deeply with me! Loved your poem!