hold me now

ever consider bones?

their fragility?

a thunder in the knuckles

an ocean in the ligaments

heartbeats when they swim

malignant growths, 

split, 

cracked back into place

a night of heavy drinking

under the shower

clean and virtuous bones

swell with time and keratin

a wax candle drip from the inside

push-pull friction

resurgent echoes

to stop the hysteria

to seek for higher ground

to stop fixating on the broken glass

to not dissect

to let things breathe

to let things break

to let things be

the way

they are supposed to be

this is my softness

these bones

this is where I carry an excuse

to all the burdens

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