Crack The Bone

 

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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