PERSON Poem: Chained to you, by Ellie Pagan

In my mind, wearing it means it’s permanent
Physical presence determining your inadmissible absence
And I tell you I will undo long before the clasp does
The chain crawls up my wrist, throbbing
And my weighted heart is lugging tired lungs
And your heart is with me, so long as promises hold true
The tarnished gold tells of tragedy, but the kind forcibly forgotten
I realize I’d love you when it all meant rust and corrosion
Intimacy borne of ruination and I ignore its quiet delusiveness
Skin and metal coalesce in secret passion
The permanence would lose its meaning and so would you
Until we could only graze the clasp and each other
Reddened crimson stains seep into a slick crease
There’s an ever-present pain that is not numb, just unfeelable
And it kills me to touch the colorless metal
Memories and lingering fingers alike learn the weight of rust
A dull ending pulsing in the interlocked links
How grim is it that this chain will let me hold you best?

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