in the graveyard in my chest
buried things
we don’t say anymore
decay
a reliquary of abandoned words
discarded phrases
each bound by
invisible threads
unbreakable threads
to that singular muscle
also trapped in my chest
with no shovel
to break the frozen ground
i try to dig them out
using my fingers
but pull back hands
broken, bloody, covered in bites
where the silence set its teeth
Words and Feathers 
Visceral, tactile…could feel the frozen blood and ripped flesh. Lovely poem.
Thank you. I was going for a little darkness on this one.
Oh, it is indeed dark, but strong and provocative.
I love your dark side. ❤️
That makes me giddy!
This is so beautiful, I have a hard time thinking of ways you could have put any of this better, it’s excellent!
Thank you so much!