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Writer's pictureJenna Malin

THE ARCHEOLOGIST

Photo by Slavcho Malezanov on Unsplash


I loved you

down to the bone.


every atom in my body

called yours h o m e.


they gnawed

their way

out of my

genomes,

their catacombs

and crawled

their way

to you.


I petrified waiting for you

to return what you stole:


m y h o p e.


mummified,

my soul died

in a body that

wasn’t mine.


a vacant host,

I stumble down

to rock bottom,

buried alive

by the devil inside

who plotted

with my ghost.


you were the one

I loved t h e m o s t.


but the byline

on my tombstone lied.

I survived my darkest night.


you waged a war

you couldn’t win,

so, I dig,

an archeologist

in her own skin,

to unearth the broken heart

you buried within her.


I will coax her out,

and watch her

c o m e t o l i f e again.


 

From my newest poetry collection, CARNAGE. Available now on Amazon.

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