The Blood & The Bones

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i am a rib cage
all bones
and half finished walls
for a once hungry heart
and windows where a bit of light leaks through
because somehow
I am still something soft and good too
I am blood
and breath
and a kind of love
and even pain
welcomed or unexpected
understanding more than anything
that a life without it would not be living
but I am not hurt
not anymore
and I am not tears
no, the fountains
the riverbeds
they are cracked, dry
and in this so am I
I will feel everything
be
everything
but I will never be that
again

the blood
& the bones

Sometimes I write poems like this. Poems that come out in one shot. I may go back and change a word or two but for the most part I leave it as is since this is the purest form of true expression of however I’m feeling in that moment where I need to get something out. And I know when I write these and I share them that they won’t get the same amount of attention as the erotic ones. But if you’ve been following me for long enough you know I do nothing here for attention. I never cared about appealing to the masses. But for these poems, for these intimately raw expressions.. out of the 3000 that may see them there will likely be maybe 10 who read this and say fuck.

Fuck.

And that is why it must be shared.

LL