Inside this flesh
lies bone,
waiting to be revealed.
Peel back the layers.
See the skeletal remains
of a life.
Beneath...
Passion
Sorrow
Prayers
Curses
Lies
Tears
Joy
are the bones
that live in fear
of revelation,
are the joints
that live in fear
of rejection,
is the life
that lives in fear
of being all
that it was meant to be.
Inside this woman’s flesh
lies a child, broken…
trusting anyone
who pretends to care…
yet wearing a shield
around a heart that beats
to a silent rhythm
only a few can hear.












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