I always let it lay too long
the marrow dries
the collagen congeals
blood lividity stains the skin
Gotta get it clear
gotta get it clean
More words
water down my throat
cold and crisp
Every breath
pushes
surges
flexes the mind
that moves the hand
that sends the pen
across the page
The bones remember
January 31, 2021
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