Mourn no more for I am
with your soul beneath the ribs
and you hold me close.
The heart is my home now
for I'm without words or limbs,
and I rest with you.
A death becomes the light that
opens the cracks of my heart;
Author notes
Prompt:
Quote:Grieve not, for I am always with you, laced in your ribs, reaching for your heart."
--On a card I had once
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