What Makes Our Bones

SweetOdodoGrass43



Our bones, made of seemingly soft material

They hide their strength and the weakness

The outline of the skin and sagging flesh that hangs

We nurture

We crave

That perfect tone

How the flesh forms

The only way to appreciate

How can the skin hurt so much?

How does the flesh define us?

Inside lies the bones

Their job; to hold everything inside

To keep it together

Stop it from falling apart

 

Can it be true?

Can outward complexion define our inner bodies?

When does the sadness the bones hold stop weighing us down?

 

Bones keep us together

And in the end are the only thing that is left

  • Author: SweetOdodoGrass43 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2023 17:40
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  • Lorna

    Creepy end but true!

    • SweetOdodoGrass43

      Thank you! I realize it's a little dark, but yes, it is true!



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