deepundergroundpoetry.com
skeleton
Skeleton
My hands have excessive skin
Blood vessels like roots on an old Carob tree
And I try to think of them when shorn of flesh
Folded on my rib cage
Space where the heart used to be
And the hollow soil filled middle
I say to myself what a sorrowful day.
My hands have excessive skin
Blood vessels like roots on an old Carob tree
And I try to think of them when shorn of flesh
Folded on my rib cage
Space where the heart used to be
And the hollow soil filled middle
I say to myself what a sorrowful day.
Published 1st Feb 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 690
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
Anonymous
- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
1st Feb 2017 10:32am
<< post removed >>
