X bones

A poem

Photo by Adrien King on Unsplash

X marks the spot
Bones come closer, skin be gone,
Chanting these verses into the air,
Though I am frightened, the answer is here.
The solution is found in the blade I held, rusted so quickly,
It still could be sharp if I let it.

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Hair touching shoulders, eyelashes drawn,
Even the flies come for my sweet wrist,
Pretending I’m pretty so I can live
Despite knowing the end isn’t far, and beginnings are lost,
My only friends are the bugs in my arms,

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Gaunt face, and form, with red on my tongue,
My ability to love is weakened,
But the blade has always welcomed me back in,
With kind, tender touch, getting tighter every time I try,
They’re here for me in ways I couldn’t see,
Peeling away my pale orange peel that covers organs underneath.

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