A Locket

A locket,
Taken to the grave,
Heart shaped and engraved,
A little secret – hushed,
Whispered and muted by the draft,
A mouthful of conscription,
Tastebuds a vinegary tart,
Thirsty by the dirt and grass,
Breastbone aching from the weight of the world,
Raw and grating burden,
Loose tooth and sour tongue,
A cavity of holes,
A locket buried below,
In the pocket,
To lie dormant,
To stay closed,
Photograph to grow old.

 

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