Little bones,
covered by the tissue paper white skin,
is going to hospice,
is going home.
He is thirteen, with the body of an old man
and a frail voice that is beginning to
float away,
and no one can stop it from happening.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
Little bones,
covered by the tissue paper white skin,
is going to hospice,
is going home.
He is thirteen, with the body of an old man
and a frail voice that is beginning to
float away,
and no one can stop it from happening.
