Skeletons
My arm drags along the floor.
Seemed harmless as a curled up skeleton finger.
Shrugged so much that I felt loopy.
She has some sort of way to play with cobwebs.
Spiraling and laughing.
She likes the creases of bone.
Creases, whirling, and shoulders hurting, dragging.
I have a lot of enemies prodding me.
Seemed harmless as a bone in my foot.
This one decided to follow my footprints made of candy syrup.
Was so tempting that she climbed in between my shoulder blades like nothing.
The protruding feeling rambles on.
I have enemies, sometimes, I try to…
Other times, it’s just me and a skeleton, and me too.
And those bones?
They seemed more cracked yesterday.
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