Vision returns with a foray of light, and
The window opens and your skeleton’s there
It waves hello, and I reach out to touch…
Anything you might feel, really, but
You remain void of matter, I feel air
Lost things keep coming back as of late, and
I keep hoping your flesh would return, if
Only to take your skeleton back, it looks cold, and
Maybe stay, knowing the error of your ways, or
Hate me for errors of mine and still, stay, but
I’m acutely aware of how whole I am, and
My skeleton never once left me, so
Couldn’t have meant much to you, could it?
Yours shouldn’t even be there now, because
Where I put it is decidedly not by my window
“You live in delusion, woman, the world”
You’d say, “doesn’t work that way”, how
Tempered you were by the ways of the world, yet
Armed with such loathsome easy charm,
Smithed to disarm, strip, and hold me at its edge but
You’d call me “woman”, and I’d only hear why
I was always right to have buried you alive