The Queen of Bones:.

By slow.burn.star

oh so silently emotional drip skips
a beat
the night breathes heat
and tenderly you sleep
away from my bed.

i coveted you always.
As you slipped off, deadened to the world,
and once to my cries as i morned your second coming.
your rebirth
unto the likeness of love and many radiant things.

ribcage swelling with the absence of breath.

you for yourself, and now me for mine.

Like dying things that were once flourishing and alive.
Like rotting flowers and old beauty queens.
to rise and fall, and make something from the ashes.as temporary and reliable as a shadow.
failing to fall.
The deer eats the wolf.
and i, always a silently as i came,
watch it unfold.

did i break you love?
did i fool myself for the sake of hope?
i gave you a heart i never had.

i gave you my dead bird,
my rotting flower:.
~ the queen of bones.

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Published on Saturday, June 7, 2003. Filed under: "Poetry"

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Comments on "The Queen of Bones:."

A former member wrote: Impressive, this leaves an imprint on my mind! Astonishing!
A former member wrote: You attracted me to the tittle and im in no regret to have read this. What a fantastic poem that has unleashed my mind of a barrier. Loved it.
On Friday, December 3, 2004, BeautifulCalamity (428) wrote:

"Like rotting flowers and old beauty queens. to rise and fall, and make something from the ashes.as temporary and reliable as a shadow.", imagery just vintage and uniquely beautiful. words:: amazing. wonderful write
On Saturday, November 6, 2004, purr_verse (1059) wrote:

fantastic piece; drips with loathing, reflection, beautifully bleak imagery... executed perfectly. wonderful write.
On Friday, January 9, 2004, Methos (121) wrote:

Such depth within this dark poem...a very well written work..-Methos
On Tuesday, June 17, 2003, DoctorAsh (373) wrote:

nice = this poem was rotten good = i mean [] these words seem like they'ed be exactly adjacent to your thoughts themselves ...[if not, they're very damned close, yup] Thats what makes you a great writtorer: Thorpen' noodle soup; [D&A]
On Sunday, June 8, 2003, manywalks (750) wrote:

...the deer eats the wolf... damn, this piece was just so amazingly intense, and breathed perfection. ~ mw
On Saturday, June 7, 2003, Saint_Reaper (203) wrote:

great write....i really like it!
On Saturday, June 7, 2003, Aurora_Light (472) wrote:

wow is all i can manage at this moment, i like this write much so
A former member wrote: "i gave you my dead bird, my rotting flower," this is tragically beautifull; your poem has moved me like silently emotional rainwashed drips w/ something like rebirth.