When I look at you, I see the arrangement of your bones.
I watch you move and its your bones I see.
All gathered together to form you.
A skeleton of humanity.
Designed with flesh.
You are nothing without bones.
They see a pretty face, I see a perfect skull.
They see your curves, I see your beautifully shaped hip bone.
They see the pitiful hunchback, I see the deformed curve of the spine.
Never forget what you are.
Its all a mass of hard white substance of calcium,
But it makes you up.
Even when you're in a box,
Six feet deep in the ground,
You're nothing but bones.
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Catharsis ||#Attys2016
PoetryWords purging me of my emotions. Words torn out of me for you. This is my CATHARSIS. Highest ranking: #312 in poetry.
