Bones to Crack

What is wrong, what’s out of whack

just brought these bones for you to crack.

I don’t know, I couldn’t tell

this stillness feels a lot like hell.

I cannot sleep anymore

so I walk along the bathroom floor.

Wake up at dawn, just to see

that I look like you and you look like me.

Where will it lead us, all this sound

What, at the end, what could be found.

Grandma sits in her rocking chair

I looked again and she wasn’t there.

Searching, searching, searching please

I’m on my hands, he’s on his knees.

I think we’ve both just disappeared

and isn’t this just what he feared?

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Editor: Kate Bartolotta