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.