I'm not obsessed with bones anymore
how they sound hollow
when tapped and prodded
I don't think about it anymore
hooking my fingers beneath, ripping
to crack open a wish
I barely imagine anymore
prying open all twenty four
to expose lungs, heart, liver
I almost never fantasize anymore
about pushing them back in tighter
the satisfying ache of missing pieces
I guess I still think about it
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 6:08 PM UTC
I'm not obsessed with bones anymore
how they sound hollow
when tapped and prodded
I don't think about it anymore
hooking my fingers beneath, ripping
to crack open a wish
I barely imagine anymore
prying open all twenty four
to expose lungs, heart, liver
I almost never fantasize anymore
about pushing them back in tighter
the satisfying ache of missing pieces
I guess I still think about it
Undated, Sometime December 2020
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