it's a little dusty and crude
but i dug out a place for you
here in my stomach
and if i curl up on my side just right
it might even be comfortable to lie in
the furnishings were cast raw and imperfectly
but the warmth from my blood is cozy and
my limbs are here to wall you in
safe from the elements surrounding
so i hope it is enough for you
though i know i am small
and my bones provide no cushion
i know that in reality, i am less shelter and more human
could you imagine for a second
calling me your home?
could you fit into this divet
that i've carved on my own?
a/n: hear the retread of beaten paths
YOU ARE READING
keep my skull (on your mantelpiece)
Poetrytap into the sap of a human body we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity ___________________________ a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves @timespieces copyright 2019
