33 Altars, January, 2016

[CW: bones, suggestive content]

Photo by Europeana on Unsplash

You drop
your glasses,
shed each
optical
nerve. The
pillow
sighs with
the peel of
skin to show
vertebrae.
Discover
how each disc
surrenders
to my hands.
Let them know
the pallid ridge
of your sigh
every time I
clear those mounds
of hilly mice.
Pale and modern
may your dwelling
be, the bones tell
a truth deeper
than thoracic bones
or Jurassic fossils.
Long after this block
of “luxury”
apartments turns to
relics, you’ll relish the
ossified altar of warmth
from sacrum to coccyx.

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I wrote this poem inspired by a recent MoodMilk post, written by Ryan Stephen Thornton and pixiewithpens. Thank you both for giving us permission and encouragement to be chaotic little goblins with our poetry! These prompts were an important reminder that I’m writing to have fun, dingnabbit (especially considering I ain’t making any money off this). I actually lost track of which specific prompt I used, but maybe you can find it for me below:

body horror/body-rocking/rocky-horror/body-whorer: love poetry prompts

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