I am Nothing more Than a bag of bones. My rib cage Is a prison you rend In twain, tear the mesh, And sift fruitlessly through. I am An empty shell You discarded; All unraveled ends And frayed edges. I am Orange peels Carrying the essence Of something sweet As an echo of scent And color- -I will Return to the earth And start again.
Sorry for the long hiatus, been busting my **** to make a dent in some school loans, but I promise to post a bit more consistently. Thank you to the people who emailed and asked me to continue.
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