Good bones (2)

(hello changed a few words up)

TW//

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your flesh rotted

and hung off bone

i cannot bear 

to kiss your cavity 

of a mouth

anymore,

all left of you

a head without 

a mind of its own

a body void of it’s

popping joints

sprouting pains

its

stomach aches

and muscle sprains.

but still I hold you close.

thinkin’ like 

the realtor 

who lured me down

the street

to the splintered house

no one in their right mind 

would buy 

a lone basket of fruit

glaring from the wood craved

table 

waiting to decompose

she handed me the rusted key

with opportunity much like

sliver gun metal

Her hope was ringing 

Through my brain

Which im almost certain 

She’s put onto every person 

Who burdened to come here

“It’s not the best, but it has 

Good bones”

Good bones,

Good bones.