Ceremony Poem by Erika Conti

I hang on every note, every word, every inflection
Holding my breath
Does he still feel?
Oh,
Every time
My heartbeat skips here and there, screaming a YES
I don't want to be neglected anymore
I want to be beauty before your eyes
I want to be delicious before your soul.
I leave my madness to hell
so that it will keep it warm and entertaining
My bluest sadness to the ocean
to create a universe of brand new tears
And all of that dirt on my skin,
All the memories
of tragedies
I shred
and make sweet food for ghosts
For nothing was ever lost
Just postponed
and postponed
and postponed
and postponed
and postponed
..
even my sarcasm somewhere must go:
to a vintage store of broken records
I break this shell
and drop this Veil
and keep our flame Eternal
This is no chrysalis
this is is is.