skeleton
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Can't move.
Cant talk.
Inside this wooden box.
Been here since the service day,
And in here is where i'll stay.
The monsters aren’t under the bed
(They’re in the walls)
Creeping from their quiet crypts
Milky white complexion and cavernous cheekbones
Is this real?
I'm losing weight because
you only love me for my skeleton,
on my ribs you carve ampersands,
because my life is nothing
without your "and's."
"And the others are prettier,
the others are wise."
Your beauty. I see your beauty
in the middle
of the the room, like flowers cropping up
in the middle
All I need is my sanity
With my sanity, I have my peace
And with my peace, I have my mind
And with my mind, I can survive
Because I,
I waver sometimes.
I've got
Skin nails hair teeth
Nature has kindly
Provided me with an armour
To protect myself
I've got
Pants shirt gloves shoes
Society has supplied me
With a wall
I saw him go into the woods
His white skull lacking hair
His feet dragging on,
Almost in despair
I followed him,
Quick as I could
I hid,
As best as I would
I no longer see myself as I gaze at my reflection;
Instead there is someone disturbed, distressed, and decaying
A skeleton girl;
What is a body but from dust is flesh?
'Tis purposeful to carry every soul,
O'er life we sail, traverse with burdens set,
[This skeleton!] This ship! The cracks are felt from deck to hull.
