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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

c. 2016

Submitted: August 19, 2018

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Submitted: August 19, 2018



Excavate me.

Peel the paiper mache skin away

To reveal my ivory below

Stare but don’t touch these brittle bones

Their white glint promising purity

Their ashes warning of truth

I am no Divine

My marionette skeleton

Lies upon a gilded throne

In repose, like the Saints before

Holier than thou, then you, then me

None as holy as the ancient moon

She, who bleeds red into a starless sky

Rendering the night unclean.

O please, excavate me

Free me from this tomb of flaws

That my bones might respond to her calls

That her crescent might grace the night once more.

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