"Carve the iron from my bones"
I wish there were another way
"Mold me, clay-like, into the idol of your adulation"
My skin burns from murderous hands
"Things bend and break at your wanton will"
Skeletal snapping fills the dusk
"Drain me of my marrow by 'morrow"
I'm running out of wishbones to believe in.
"I won't be me by morning"
But that's ok, because I've only ever wanted to be you.
-C
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 11:44 AM UTC
"Carve the iron from my bones"
I wish there were another way
"Mold me, clay-like, into the idol of your adulation"
My skin burns from murderous hands
"Things bend and break at your wanton will"
Skeletal snapping fills the dusk
"Drain me of my marrow by 'morrow"
I'm running out of wishbones to believe in.
"I won't be me by morning"
But that's ok, because I've only ever wanted to be you.
-C
This some o' that good 'ole free-verse. Haven't written something like this in a while, but it was fun and I'll try and make longer ones in the future. Hopefully y'all like it!