Day 265:Bones

Powder under skin

brittle

soft

so much more fragile than you feel

here

lonely

they are surrounded

yet feel nothing

unless in pain

taste nothing but blood in their marrow

they are nothing but skeleton

we are all waiting to break here

watching the sun change

the moon rise

the rain fall

we live between these days

most day

i feel brittle too

like nickel

someday

i hope to be more than this

dust

and

bones