I hang limply,
without grace or charm of form,
around your neck,
and lurch in warning when your hand moves near.
I am no mere reminder for you
but a lifetime sentence.
must serve it with you.
Some days you try to forget,
this feathered and boned necklace hunched across your neck.
And I try to forget too,
with my eyes tight shut,
pretending that your breathing is merely the swell of the sea…
Then you speak and break my spell.
Often you curse me,
as if I wasn’t already,
hanging under you
catching your breath, your dreams, your rages,
wearing tracks along my curled and moldering form.
Your aim has damned us both,
and this exile is as far and as unforgiving as the sea…