pomegranate tears and deep dark fears

skeleton child

They ask me if I'm okay

And I say;

"Dead? Who me?"

But it's not their responsibility

I should look out

For tombstones myself, so

I don't trip

And break my brittle bones

My spine or my hip

But I don't care

My brain is gone

My organs have fled

My heart is alone

In darkness, and they said:

"You're dead; a skeleton,

Of who you once were"

I feel dead

And also I feel wild

Like a skeleton child

I feel numb and

Without emotion

Like a haunted house

That's out of order and broken

But then I feel too much

A poltergeist heart

With boney hands I can't touch

I'm

A ghost wandering around

My own home

Watching and waiting

In anticipation of

My very own tomb