Bones

Bones that creak and crack and clack
Sockets inky black and deep
Jaw that hangs with deadened slack
Spindly fingers keen to reap

Dusty breath and cackled wheeze
Toes that dig as deep as roots
Watches you from under trees
Never free from Death's pursuit



Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2013-07-17 at 04:08

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Nathalia
I really like this one. Well written.
2013-08-07