To: The fierce hollow spinal cord.
From: Your screaming fractured bones.
Dear unkempt boy,
You’ve thrown your back out of place;
arms extended and neck inclined.
It seemed so innocent to me,
but you cracked and crossed your fingers in precise time.
The bones fold under you,
and still I carry your dwindling body back.
The accident you knew all so well collapsed when you gathered each vertebrae in pride.
Collect and reveal your ignorant ways.
Refuse.
Excuse.
Bemuse. I am finally jaded.
Just,
Your twisting structure.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 8:11 AM UTC
To: The fierce hollow spinal cord.
From: Your screaming fractured bones.
Dear unkempt boy,
You’ve thrown your back out of place;
arms extended and neck inclined.
It seemed so innocent to me,
but you cracked and crossed your fingers in precise time.
The bones fold under you,
and still I carry your dwindling body back.
The accident you knew all so well collapsed when you gathered each vertebrae in pride.
Collect and reveal your ignorant ways.
Refuse.
Excuse.
Bemuse. I am finally jaded.
Just,
Your twisting structure.
© Danielle Jones 2010
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