Fragile Magpie Moons by betwixtthepages, literature
Literature
Fragile Magpie Moons
It's only spring when you first wake up,
two magpies and the dull ache of menstrual cramps
tapping on. Death's window
sleeps in all our bones,
a dripping water faucet.
Brittle things--like love,
marlboro midnights,
a jar of not-quite-nothing--
small and fragile and ours
are the presences we carry
while running from the moon.
My Heart Builds Coffins by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
My Heart Builds Coffins
My heart builds coffins
with careful meticulosity
Hammering each nail
With such heartfelt intensity
You might believe it enjoys its work.
My heart craves graves
Etching words in stone
For those who can't be saved,
Another letter placed
For ever word you say
Till a name is finally written
To its utter dismay.
My heart buries souls
Waiting patiently for those it greets
To disappear one day
And its work will be complete.
My heart dries tears
by burying its water
So deep inside
Even those it loves won't matter
When it finally buries them
In a coffin by its own design
And I don't mind
Its a task I assigned
Of my fragile heart
To harden it to the