Across the Ocean and other poems

My Skeleton Friend

When at first I saw her

I didn't know what to think

I figured maybe I'd had

way too much to drink

She had no blood inside her

nor organs or skin

she was literally made of bones

not just "bone thin"

I realized quickly

that her brain was still intact

She was unable to make a blood oath

but still we made a pact

We decided to be friends

one thick and one thin

I would help her find a way

to once more be wrapped in skin

We looked up all the smartest docs

then knocked on all their doors

they told us that you can not buy

new organs in flesh stores

Looking into eyeless sockets

I promised I'd bring this curse to an end

I just felt I had to help

my dear new skeleton friend

Though she does not have a heartbeat

her writing still has heart

poetry is her forte

and shes quite skilled in her art

We were both determined

to find my friend a cure

She should have palms on her hands

soles on her feet upon the floor

She just wants to feel

warm sunlight on her face

longs to once again

join the human race

As she wrapped me in her blanket

because she does not feel the cold

I knew that I would help her

till we both were very old

Around my warm pink fingers

I feel her bony fingers bend

hand in hand we journey on

me and my skeleton friend