and soon I'll be only b o n e s,
this body wasting away like dry forest leaves on
a muddy ground and you will hear the crunch
as you s t e p on them and they just snap
YOU ARE READING
Bones
PoetryAnd soon this body of mine will be bones with only strings of flesh to keep it together.
Bones
and soon I'll be only b o n e s,
this body wasting away like dry forest leaves on
a muddy ground and you will hear the crunch
as you s t e p on them and they just snap