— Memories in Bone Castle —
No rivers of blood course through.
No warm, pulsating organs
to nestle between
(especially no beating heart.)
I found myself living
in a castle of your bones.
Tissue nor muscle
held these bones up,
for you had been gone
some years now.
Without shield of skin, a constant draft
swept through the grounds,
dancing throughout your rib cage
like a wind chime;
and the only company I found
was in the ghost
of your flesh.
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Humans Have Soft Bones
PoetryFeatured @WattPadPoetry [02/14/20] - Humans are soft, from their hearts to their bones. A collection of poetry from New York writer and poet. It showcases the fragility of human nature, both physically and emotionally. In this collection he uses the...
