Bones and Angels
Time is not here with me.
No time, no sense of touch.
But emotions-
I know there are emotions!
And the emotions are everywhere.
As if I am an empath, but somehow also stoic and uncaring.
It’s just halos instead of faces.
I’m getting my wish, in a way.
I’m not surrounded by strangers.
But rather-
Skulls so that all I see are bones…
But the bones are smiling but empty.
I am the only one here who is flesh, and flesh is all I am…
The bones are people too, I have to remember.
The people who are bones are my family.
All around me.
But it hurts to see them.
Maybe I’m not flesh, because flesh can feel.
As if I am a spirit, having to watch them mourning.
And so I watch,
Until I fall asleep.
Falling asleep…
As if I am still living.
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