If I hold this head in shaking arms
will you run away in fright?
If my eye sockets are bare and my scalp without hair
Would you scream before witnessing my sorrow
Curiously, I would run before you
Cradling my skull like a newborn babe
I would run away from the possibility of redemption
The eternal rest is a frightening notion
Decomposing girl is forever running
I lack comprehension
I breathe in fear
I am nothing but bones