I write bones.
Pins and needles
stones.
Dust and cactuses
Broken strings,
Discoloured blood
Mismatched jigsaw pieces
…eyes that shed
broken glass.
An occasional
shy rose buds
…but shadowed, it must be
once again
By my weary, worried bones.
I like your blog. keep it up
Thank you!
Hmmm….
*sigh*