They lay there in my arms,
Taking one final breath
Along with their warmth.
All there was left was cold corpse
Wrapped in my arms.
Trying to hold their face and smile again,
I toil in my workshop.
Each one fails to resemble their features,
But only one thing is the same–
The ice cold clay wrapped in my fingers.
E Kraft is a poet who enjoys creating origami art and coding for a non-profit organization. Her poems have been published by The Inlandia Institute, The Hanging Loose Press, The National Poetry Quarterly, and others.
Featured image by Lindsey Elsey.
