Beating Heart and Frail Bone
17th November 2020
Beating muscle beneath frail skin,
Rigid bone beneath strong muscle,
A warm full of life fleshy heart,
Thumping with feeling and passion,
Taking a stand on your sleeve,
No lies can be told in flesh and blood,
A cold, worm filled, empty rib cage,
Cracked gnarled and hollow,
Hiding away beneath veins and sorrow,
Whispering sweet lies into your skin,
Frail flaky bone,
Brittle stretchy muscle,
When you’re dead and when you’re gone,
Who stays?
The bone
Who withers away?
The heart
Even in death the empty chasm lies
Even in death the empty chasm consumes
My feeble beating heart devoured by the earth
And the bones who lied their way out of it
I would say by the skin of their teeth
But we both know they don’t have room for it anymore
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