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Upholsterer
Every thought you gave to me
Is printed on my bones
And every word you said to me
Is gutted deep in stone
Every promise whispered once
Is stitched into my lips
And every time I held your face
Burns in my fingertips
Every sin that I forgave
Is seared into my wrists
And every tear you tore from me
Forever stains my skin
Every song you sang to me
Makes up my eulogy
And every life left veiled in mourn
Negates apologies
Every rose you plucked for me
Is lain upon the ground
The bed that we first lied upon
Upholsters caskets now
Like it. KS
Like it.
KS
You have some very good mind
You have some very good mind stamping images in this poem. It almost feels as if you were writing directly on my brain. You have an ability for turning sunlight into moonlight, and back again in a split second. However, even in your darkest passages, the light never fades. I am all saucer eyed after reading it several times. Truly, I loved it. Nice reading, and … thank you.