Cement - Nicole Dollanganger

Cages and cases

Of starving birds and dead things

No longer look anything like they did

When they’d been living

The things you love

You put into cement

In order to keep them

They have to be dead

You think that he’s yours

But it’s only in your head

His coffin is not your arms

His grave is not your bed

Lockets and caskets

Full of garbage and ashes

Nothing but collections of nothing

You’ve been protecting

The things you love

You put into cement

In order to keep them

They have to be dead

You think that he’s yours

But it’s only in your head

His coffin is not your arms

His grave is not your bed

Taking baths in concrete

Harbor a love for things that don’t exist

Try to set into stone

But you can’t

He’s made of bones and flesh

The things you love

You put into cement

In order to keep them

They have to be dead

You think that he’s yours

But it’s only in your head

His coffin is not your arms

His grave is not your bed