Bows Fade Away

I am tied together with little pieces of string. Thin frail ones, tied in little knots— Not enough string left for a bow. Shoulder Elbows Wrists Kept together with knots. String wither over time so another I wrap and make into a bow That bow--over time Will become just another knot. Hips Knees Ankles Sometimes I think are broke My whole body creeps and crawls--just tweaks out. Like Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball. Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao