Hard as bone
Sometimes. I can feel like the bones of my skeleton
Are this close
to pushing right through my skin
Erupting outward, a firework of red spray and
pink spaghetti noodle sinew hiding
just a glimpse of white I guess,
i’m not really sure what living bone looks like
Sometimes. I can feel like the bones of my skeleton
Are this close
to pushing right through my skin
Erupting outward, a firework of red spray and
pink spaghetti noodle sinew hiding
just a glimpse of white I guess,
i’m not really sure what living bone looks like
But it doesn’t matter
its not my bones
its not my skin
And the fireworks arent blood
or tendons snapping to burst
Just thoughts
yellowed, worn, weatherd,
nasty thoughts as hard as bone.
its not my bones
its not my skin
And the fireworks arent blood
or tendons snapping to burst
Just thoughts
yellowed, worn, weatherd,
nasty thoughts as hard as bone.
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