I’m earned, not bought, I shine without light. Pinned to your chest, I say who you are at a glance.

I’m wrapped in love but reek of regret, A tiny throne where disasters are set. I hold the crimes no one will claim, Warm, squishy secrets, primal and profane. Change me quick or you’ll truly despair, For I weaponize stench and poison the air.

The wind plays me with invisible hands, I sing in sunlight and quiet lands. No lungs, no lips, yet sound is mine, a gentle voice that tells of time.

I can be perched on your wall or stand resolutely. I receive your outerwear to keep it hovering above the floor. What am I?

ignore the flesh, take the seed rake them, bake them, grind them, sieve bitter taste, alluring scent i paved the way to enlightenment