Graveyard of ex lovers

Their magic, dissipated all’s left are bones the earth holds their long gone echos their names, a mere faint memory history, forgotten curiosity, dead heaviness, empty their remaining existence a clutter

Boxed shell

How real is this fact That I’m out here, able and intact Underneath shelters and shelters of Clothes, blankets and thick walls Preserved in like a specimen Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten Awake, with a buried heart that wonders Whether there’s a man in a