ENDOSKELETON
Sinister thoughts
fill the cranium
Seeping, coursing,
flooding, overflowing
Sending convulsive
sensations down the spine
Those uneasy metacarpals,
itching…
To send a calculated
one to the jugular
to fossilize this meaninglessness.
The burden on the
tarsals
Mocked by the weight
on the soul
The soul stole from
the sole in whole
And took far beyond
physical
The grim reapers’
bountiful harvest
Hanging indoors from
a beam – limp.
The phalanges that
cradled… no rocked
Slowly, gently in rhythm with agony
Then stopped.
Releasing the deadly
pill to induce still-ness;
The crumbling down of
life processes
That began long ago
with the endoskeleton
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