then how would we remember
that precious ones
and delicate things
and broken teeth and bones
can be kept in boxes?
We cherish death
and destruction
because in those moments
we leaf through our mind
all the yellowed photographs
and we see ourselves--
the gift of their absence
is proof of life
so death, really,
embraces us
crowns our sadness
with occluded jewels
and cold tears
and dried blood under our nails
use it on your lips
and we taste it
and we sit on our thrones
holding those bones
feeling the heaviness disappear
because we've unlocked our gilded heart cages;
we've let go of fear.
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