1. My bones and my parts
these chains are clanging between my ears
they always have. Call them unreal.
The sound follows me into the night
I wake in coils at the dawn’s light.
(Chains! Undo them! Or bury me instead!)
These chains clink against my ear drums
But they weigh down my whole form
Phantom irons with mortal posts
“They buried me,” will sing my ghost.
Chains! Where are they? Find and bury them in my head.
Call them fiction while they weigh down my bones and my parts.
Call them fiction as you watch them sink my heart.
I am a Prison!
©2011 Luz Briar.
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