a bundle of
brave little bones,
all i am.
but i’m starting
to deteriorate at
a quickened pace.
my skin’s peeling,
abandoning my body
like everyone else.
the vessel of
my soul’s learning
to leave me.
left to rot
alone, the same
fate as you.
I wanted to keep myself to the pattern of 3 line stanzas with only 3 words to each line. Here is what resulted.