hers is the skin
that clings to
my brittle
bonesi feel her creeping
inside. she wanders
and roamsshe stays in
my heart
making it
her homenow everything i
am is no longer
my own
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Delusional
Poetry"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016
.32 anatomy.
hers is the skin
that clings to
my brittle
bonesi feel her creeping
inside. she wanders
and roamsshe stays in
my heart
making it
her homenow everything i
am is no longer
my own