all is left of me #poetry #poem

swollen seas bite my wrists
upbraided winds haul in the room
black birds are eating from my soul
hands peel laces from my skin
i empty drawers looking for that day
what day?
there are no days
for days are nights

you know,
since you have left
my body’s buried under an old oak
there are no pictures on the walls
i lost the bedroom’s key
the bracelet from the silver market
is all is left
of me

@short-prose-fiction
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