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.