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Bones
The frigid soil escapes my grasp,
drops of grainy mercury
Slithers across
My cracked fingertips,
Drop by drop,
the well below is tainted,
Once full of still, black water
Once reflecting
The innocence of the soul,
Drop by drop
The poison takes hold,
Inciting chaos,
Igniting madness,
An all too familiar affair
With each step heavier than the last,
begrudgingly I begin the nights watch
In this every growing garden
Of carved stones
Rooted bones
And echos of those I’ve left behind
Each one louder than the last
