Note: These are 2 separate poems I wrote on separate days. I didn't realize they both had a similar theme until I was gathering my poems & prose so I grouped them here as 2 poems to read back-to-back. They are unrelated story-wise, but would still make sense if they took place in the same universe (and were in the perspective of the same speaker).
Collecting is my hobby
From crystals to stones
Shells from the sea
and black burner phones
My dad no longer needs
I also like pretty things
Sunflower snails
Blue Butterfly wings
And painted finger nails
From the girl down the street
As I complete my collection
She whispers, “let me go”
My mom follows the odour
And faints at the sight of bones
As I close my door
My boyfriend heard the thud
and bolted to the sound
appalled at the puddle of blood
and everything else he found
He threw away my sticks and stones
Silver sharps and jars of hearts
Dried bananas, dusty bones
and soggy livers shaped like stars
My rotting dog and moldy fries
All my prized possessions
Vomit spills with dirty lies
As he feels a sharp injection
Tied to the bed, arms and feet
He shows me the utmost affection
I stroke his hair, “Aw, that’s sweet”
This is the start of my new collection