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[chroniclesofjiselle]

Week 25: Muscle Memory

Are bathroom stalls supposed to be.... clean?" He asked me.

And I couldn't remember if it was the drugs I took or the beer I mistook for my own and I tried to recognize my own name when it was called but all I knew for certain was that my bones... felt like ash. When my mind returned to the states I realized I was in a bathroom. Although all my memories were now lost to the world I still had these hallowed white bricks that keep me up. When I got my foot tattooed I realized just how many little critters lay under my skin when the needle hit my bones, when the needle hit my bones-- I was just a little scared and morbidly tired.  Sitting on his lap I felt this hard simplicity between us and I knew that things had gone too far, I knew that I should have left that bar earlier but I just couldn't. Besides, these teeth found him like a leopard in a snowstorm like a vampire and a neckbrace. I, just needed some space. But I bit him anyways. In the winter my things get cold, this house is hallowed and the winds solemnly change. Shattered like glass I just wanted you near me, to pick up the pieces. These  white remnants of me, these shells that held up my home, I just want to go home.  

[mostofmewasyou]

sweet narcissist. that’s a heartbroken heart breaker and don’t you just wanna scream static? Well I want to get your name out of my throat want you to know about the overload when I come back home and batter down those floorboards. She said strength like that takes a while to grow well I want you to know my clever quick wit spilled and spit before I go ballistic. Less sadistic when panicked- clutching shoulders steady reading your lips mouthing  “Stop me.” Oh just stop me.

[cari-poetry]

Rest

I’m shaking. It feels so cold against my skin. This cave, this nightmare of mine. Here you are, I finally found you. Reduced to a skeleton, dead.

The Pharao’s Curse, they whisper. But I know better than to listen. Afterall, you are here, chasing me. I run, and run for my pathetic life.

Your body, mere bones without value. Yet your soul, so treasured, unmeasurable. But I know it’s here, it’s over there. It will continue to haunt me until I’m gone.

I scream, I run, I’m scared of you. Even though, just minutes ago, I loved you. What is this? What are you? And most importantly, who am I?

This wild hunt, this game of cat and mouse Seems to never have a happy ending. Suddenly I crash, into fragile bones. Here you are again, in pieces, shattered.

Sounds. I’m terrified of this. This unreal reality is just … I’m afraid. I’m scared. Horrified. I want this nightmare to end.

What date is it today? What time? Oh, right. My birthday. Halloween. The night of witchcraft, magic, wizards. It’s midnight. The bells just rung.

I need to run. Escape. Be gone and fast! You’re still chasing. Your lips moving so fast. I’m shaking. I hear someone calling my name. Dizzyness overcomes me, but I go on.

There! I hear it again. A voice calling my name. Who is it? It can’t be you, can it? You’re just a soul, a ghost, a hallucination. Your mouth is in pieces, bones crushed.

This seems to go on forever! I cannot stop, but I tire and soon I stop. Please leave me alone, ghost of my cruel past! Mom, Dad, my sister, my brother, and you.

All of you are gone, turned into nothing but bones! And I love it! This feeling of accomplishment. Finally I’m free! Even if you still chase me. It’s all in my mind! I just know it!

Afterall, I crushed your throat with these hands. I broke her neck and his skull, while smiling! A shot ran in my ears after those two died as well! It was also me, who turned you into bones, nothing!

I feel so accomplished, so satisfied! I’m free! Finally free from traditions, from them! The weight of my destiny, my fate gone in a flash! I let out a laughter, maniac crackling, insane.

Finally I am just me! Plain old me. I know I’m not special, but I know I am! No restrictions, no bindings in this metal cage. I love it! I can do whatever I want.

You will never return. Your soul won’t at least. Nothing can ever replace a spirit’s worth. Even if god existed, or one tried the ancient arts No success will come out of it!

Because even alchemy, magic or whatever Have rules, laws of nature to obey! But not me! I’m free! My mind uncorrupted. I rest here now, behind these bars of my will.

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[coppiced-blog]

you're behind the wobble of victorian glass you're through the air just above the tip of a flame your image is seen through water your image is in a broken mirror you're a shell you're cast in bronze you're a fossil trapped between layers of rock you're an imprint you're a footprint you're the bones of what you used to be

[rosy-posy-poetry]

Her bones are made of silver threads with room for all the essence of glow from the sun's first signs of love.

[traversethemoon]

The cow skull engraved in metal is missing the pearly white that death claims as his opal.

[cruxymox]

history

barren ozymandias needs every stone cracked and desolate in this desert the windstorm a serrated blanket ripping tibiae, vertebrae, scapulae and so many phalanges crawling in the sand searching for their home in my skull in the bones of a god.

[flutters-of-butterfly-wings]

I made my home in your bones, leaving fingerprints against the calcium deposits next to your heart, and planted kisses on your lungs as you breathe in the scents of summer sadness. Sometimes the sounds of rain rouse me from this cage of mine, but tomorrow screams solitude, and I'd much rather keep myself locked in your chest, tucked beneath your ribs, and cradled next to your heart.