Painted Bones


I find it heartbreaking,
Even as my hands begin to shake,
That my little fragile bones begin to peek
Through the silky sheets of skin that caress my body
And yet I cannot do a thing
To distance myself from this cold and dark reflection
Staring in the mirror
It mocks me, my innocence,
My negligence.

Because I want it so bad I'll hurt myself for it,
Because I need it so bad I will die,
And nothing will enter, so nothing may escape,
Form fitted to the tiniest of caskets,
To be able to say that I tried.

My body an enigma that I cannot understand,
Imperfect, impure, and disfigured,
Will the wounds ever heal? Ever scar?
Never. Never...

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