Bones

I'm in a tragedy
just trying to hold on to my own bones
while I can hear my own eulogy
the whispers creep
down my spine
like pen knifes
and unstitch me
I shudder at the thought of how much
I want to crawl out of my own skin
the fluid motion of just dry swallowing
all my emotions
filthy
my throat sore from internal screaming
I need to be
anyone but me



Words by stef lai
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Written on 2020-07-22 at 12:19

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent, dark and full of emotion.

Elle :-)
2020-07-25


shells
I feel the internalising of emotions, chilling.
2020-07-22


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Boils needing lancing
In words we can lance
Those reading our work
Help to relieve the pains
Understand what we are going through
Ken D
2020-07-22



Well done. A dark poem, very well written.
2020-07-22