My Bone Wife

by paperdoll   Nov 17, 2004


My Bone Wife is an artifact
That no men keep as wives
I lovingly have crafted her
As though she were alive.

She is my grandest sculpture
My greatest piece of art
For in her curves and crevices
I find my blackened heart.

My Wife is small and slender,
She does not reach my height,
But her surface is the smoothest
Of a gleaming, moon-sick white.

My Bone Wife is obedient,
She never cries aloud.
In fact, I’ve built my Wife
So that she never makes a sound.

Each chiseled bone completes her
And imbues her with my will,
And her magic blessing-curse
Is that such art cost me to kill.

My Bone Wife is perfection,
She possesses every grace
With a body stole of faeries
And my buried mother’s face.

Still she stands, so slender,
In the pale gloom alone
Yet it soothes me when I think
Of where I stripped her every bone.

For I made her from their essence
Like liquor is distilled:
My Wife is made of bones
From all the faeries I have killed.

I know that when I rot
(In a nameless grave I’ll lie)
But we shall ever be complete:
My dead Bone Wife and I.

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    Shanney

  • 19 years ago

    by Lucy

    this is so amazing, you used vocabulary to its full existence and so intricately laced your depth in every line, nice job with the morbid edge

  • 19 years ago

    by Sarah

    Very intriging (however you spell that) poem. Nicely said..I love the way you express yourself..

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  • 19 years ago

    by Krete

    Awesome Poem!

  • 19 years ago

    by Carrie

    Hey thanks for the comment on my poem i luv your stuff keep writing :D