show me your bones

(hidden there under your skin and flesh)

for true substance is not found skin-deep

but deeper:

in the opening cage of your ribs

and the empty hollowing of your lungs

and the rhythmic drumbeat of your heart

show me your bones,

the smallest hidden parts of you:

the thoughts you think at night,

the words under your breath that none can hear

(though i try)

all that makes you up

day after day

and your bones

(very structure of your soul)

are the closest you are (and can ever be)

to skeletal tree branches growing to the sky

and in the dead of the night

show me your framework,

beneath the human surface mar...

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