Poetry

“Skeletons” by O. E. Warren.

Each wraps their fingers round my spine
Twist and pull until cry.
They claw my skin until I bleed,
I never should have let you take the lead.

Because then you opened up my chest
And took something you thought was best
I could not dispute her choice;
Upon taking my heart she took my voice.

Now I lie awake at night
Staring at the ceiling and the dancing lights
Cold and blankly feeling numb
My body echoes with a traffic-like hum.

I close my eyes and sink below
Each question more complicated than a flake of snow
Skeletons twirl and I sit silently
Dreams I once loved now always end violently.

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