Silky Bones
Jun 7, 2022
my eyes have weep
the snow’s saltwater,
.
it trickles down,
down,
down
down,
.
to the hollow of my skin,
sneaks into the crevices of my ribcage
.
washes away the thorns
of a woman trapped within
the remnants of her heartaches
.
the memories of her melt
slipping down on the surface
of my silky ivory bones
.
fade with the echoes of time
on the path of what is to come,
.
where flowers burgeon
under the blushing dawn
.
— in which she cannot follow
and I will bloom.
.
.
.
p.s:
Remember, sometimes the burdens that weigh us down are not ours to carry.
And it’s okay to let them go. It’s okay to live for ourselves.
