By TheFeatheredSleepPosted on May 1, 2017 Her alabaster limbs Folded neatly in His oversized case A new Piece of Furniture Turning bruised as Fruit Never tastes as fresh When eaten Without Teeth Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Categories: UncategorizedTags: #grief, #poetry