the sound of my emotions

s k e l e t o n

The skeleton of her youth bears a vacant stance

He loves to stare at her from the gaping holes of her memories

Passive aggressive, he resides, as he reminds her of the times where she felt such a pure rich substance course through her body on the daily

Thick like honey, it rejuvenated every part of her each dawning day

Skeleton laughs at her because he knows that when he died he keenly sleuthed away with her thick joyful attire

He now resides in her brain and mocks her like a crow

Cawing at its own superstitions

The skeleton smiles a wicked smile

He's dead