Hollow Bones
The day I pass away into eternity
nothing will be left of my corpse
but shallow hollowed bones
I was born out of the dust and sand
at death I shall return
No point of draping my empty corpse
with cloth and jewels
of the earthly flesh
all because there will be nothing left of my corpse
but shattered hollowed bones
hidden beneath the sea
Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2023
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