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When I am Dead This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By HannahW, West Des Moines, IA

When I am dead, my dearest, don’t stick my bones
together with Scotch tape. Do not try to fit them
underneath a frame. Use them, one by one,
as a weapon, a gavel. My bones,
they can be good back scratchers, honey mixers,
and hands of clocks.

You can toss them across space
and see how far they’ll glide until another hand
slips across it. When I am dead, dearest,
thread my bones to the top of a mountain.

The next time you arrive at a glass sea,
spill it boldly. Spell your life in two parts,
watch them float until they descend
like a weight down into that container.

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15 comment(s)
I really love the way it was written! :) Great job! can you check out some of my poems,please
Mar. 19, 2015 at 6:22 AM • Report
Nice...morbid, but also charming in a way.
Dec. 19, 2014 at 6:20 PM • Report
nice dude nice =D
Dec. 17, 2014 at 10:56 AM • Report
A little scary. I know I dont want anyone useing my bones as back-scratchers!  
Nov. 21, 2014 at 3:52 PM • Report
GOod job this is great!  
Oct. 13, 2014 at 11:07 AM • Report
I read this poem over and over. Wow you are truly talented. Great piece!!
Apr. 21, 2014 at 9:12 PM • Report
I really love this. Beautiful job
Dec. 03, 2013 at 12:50 PM • Report
Obsessed with this poem! Great job!
Nov. 18, 2013 at 8:27 PM • Report
I think this is a beautiful poem. It has a lot of feeling and heart. If all your work is like this then you are a very, very great writer.
Oct. 06, 2013 at 5:46 PM • Report
This was really amazing!  I loved the eerie feel to it!
Aug. 07, 2013 at 11:06 AM • Report