you reach the breaking point while
the hourglass counts down
no time to heal. only time to carry on,
little skeleton of broken bones.
darkness like a shadow and empty rooms
lend themselves to sleepless nights
who lend themselves to
too many questions. too few answers,
little skeleton of broken bones.
a numbness that grows with time and
roots itself in trauma
scars you with bitterness
and fear,
little skeleton of broken bones.