Anatomy

Anatomy 

Come unload your burdens,

Burdens in your shrieking and whispers.

Whispers float to rest on collarbones,

Collarbones that became an intimate collection of tears

(Tears when they shed their poetic articles, are essentially salt).

Salt; process before or after I lick your wounds,

Wounds, so many ways to bruise- you are my favourite.

Favourite alignment of cartilage, flesh, wax and bones,

Bones reduced to dust and ash, scatter a trail begging for you to follow

Follow- I'll wait for you to come.

- Miki, Kris

took turns writing a line each during lecture with the following challenge in mind: the last word of each line is the same as the first word of the next line and also the last word of the poem has to be the same as the first word of the poem.

can you guess who wrote what hahahaah this is actually really fun