Specimen Jar.
Winter came and left,
Yet I still haven’t been able to bury my dead,
Unable to say goodbye to the flesh,
I keepsake the spirit of your broken petals,
Pieces scrapped together in a specimen jar,
You see I can recall the precise moment,
That time froze,
Despite protestations from this vigilant heart,
Stripping me of yet one more layer,
Using pain to purify,
Shedding skin,
I scarcely know,
How or what is holding me together,
All that remains is just lonely anatomical,
An archipelago of ribs carved from sorrow,
Futile bones that couldn’t hold you.



A beautifully gothic piece.