Poetry: Building Up The Bones

This is where I am now.

After the flesh of me has been stripped

Ripped from me without warning

After being skinned alive

Left with nothing but bloody fingernails

From trying so hard to hold on...

Now. At last.

I Let the old slide off my bones

And let the present clean them

Leaving a pristine framework

For fresh Layers of me to grow upon

For a new life to be built

From the bones up.


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  • commented 2016-11-14 09:43:03 -0800
    I love that.

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