I've words kept in amber
saved for some later
day when I'm braver
and rice paper rubbings
of an epitaph left
on my living stone.
I've embroidered skin,
blown glass eyes; my teeth
are polished black bone.
I'm a scrapbook soul
at the mercy
of stories untold.

Kelli Simpson

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Kelli Simpson  would be pleased to hear them.