It Was My Favorite Necklace

Until you so loosened me 
with insignificance, then 
with the half-moon of stars dangling,
barely daring to glimmer
about my neck; 
about to fall madly, again 
closed those blue, blue darkroom 
hands with your inked veins, pulsing 
about my neck; 
You kept me throat-tight
in silence for years.

I won't wear any necklaces now. 

-B.

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