Paper Bones
By the third day, my body was fading.
Everyone goes eventually, I guess.
I wasn’t even born to last long.
But still,
I never even got a chance, y’know?
In this cold, goddamn world,
where everyone gets multiple shots,
do-overs, and groundhog days,
I only got one.
I guess that’s what happens
when your bones are made from paper.
