Monday, October 21, 2013

To Wake the Music In our bones






Purple and blue blotchy spots cover his skin. 

but mostly i'm thinking about the point. The point and moment you decided to become old. 
And i'm thinking about all of the bones. His bones. My bones. Mr. Bones. The unmentionable bones. (sometimes i think about those too...)

And if there was a point and moment you decided to silence the music in your bones. screw you. 

I refuse to believe the fake facade you now have chosen to hide behind. 

Those crimson spots on your skin
they better mean something. 
they better mean more than the scars on my body. 

Because i'm young and your old. BACK TO THE POINT> 

The point i realized high speeds and heavy winds wake the music in my bones. 

But you. 
you 
went to sleep. 
AND YOU,
You yelled at her for having a personality. 

Is your skin growing or are your bones deteriorating? please tell me if those spots mean something, before your music is suppressed by 5 feet of dirt, 4 inches of wood, and a padded inside. 

BECAUSE PURPLE AND BLUE NEED TO BE COMFORTABLE.


1 comment:

  1. "The point i realized high speeds and heavy winds wake the music in my bones." #stolen

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