I want to bury myself in you
Hollow ribcage casket
Fresh tilled Earth from torn flesh
Planting the seed of my soul
In the garden it yearns for,
But they sink me out of reach.
The tears have not yet dried
On the mahogany of your coffin,
And I,
Two feet from you in my cedar tomb,
Can taste the salt of them
Embalming your last moments.
The overcast sky is blinding
In the shadow of my grief.
If I had breath left in me,
It would be yours.
If there were colours left to squander in the palette of my eyes,
They would only paint pictures of you.
I have only ever seen purpose in the calligraphy of your silhouette,
Yet here I am,
Here we are,
Waiting for the roots of future trees to bring us together once more.
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FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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the structure of the poem was so real in its heartbreak and longing. also gave such an uneasy feeling! good job
Nice wordplay, thanks for sharing.