Never my bonesA Poem by Julianna Marie
Does it eat you from the inside-out,
like a tiger with a never ending appetite? The beast grins between blinks: like the commercials for the shows we both never watched. Your conscience knows, as do your dreams. And you've been wearing that mask for years now, isn't it time for a change? "This monster can eat my organs, but never my bones, never my bones." You're a barren frame dangling in a stark silence-- You've tossed your skeletons into the securest of closets with a key long lost: tossed to the wind like the smiles of our youth, and the dreams of our better selves. You've tossed your skeletons in the securest of closets-- I catch glimpses of their bones in the careful way you walk, and the hushed way you breathe: Your conscience knows, but keep brandishing that movie in your mind. Your script, it weeps with deceit-- you smile between bites, your script, it weeps: I feel the wince of your eyes. "The monster can eat my organs, but never my bones, never my bones." The beast bears its hungry teeth: The foundation's crumbling, time to get out! The tiger's appetite has yet to slow, the glutton must be getting uncomfortably full-- he'll eat your insides until his burst: and the cycle will start again-- The dying and the dead, the lying and the living: We're all merely bones now: Paint us pictures to garnish where our souls once were. You and I, we're a museum for the lost, and a haven for the damned: The foundation's crumbled, but our masks remain untouched.
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Added on July 31, 2010Last Updated on September 20, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorJulianna MarieSeattle, WAAboutI'm a 21 year old girl living in Seattle, student/poet/barista. I believe in art, poetry, psychology, and music-- I don't think its safe to believe in much else. more..Writing
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