A Letter from My Bones:
We are here to remind you of who you are.
You are temporary.
You are broken.
You are pieces and parts that fit together less and less comfortably.
You are a sputtering and coughing stream of semi-consciousness.
See how easily the veneer peels away and exposes your frailty?
See how your posture mimics a sail on a still afternoon?
You are the scent of stale, empty space.
Hear the voice deepen and crack like old wooden hull?
There is no place to hide, but you keep trying.
Who are you afraid of?
What would happen if you were honest?
What would happen if you forced your crooked frame out into the light of day?
What would happen if you even took a peek through the curtain that obstructs what is real?
Would you die of shame?
Would you neutralize the mechanisms that imprison you?
How strong are the locks?
And why do you love them so!?