#ugly bones

[whalearentyouclever-blog]

and my ugly bones cry out

"won't you, oh won't you please

let us be free, 

to roam the ocean's route?"

but my ugly bones stay trapped beneath 

my freckled flesh

lying amongst a dry mesh

that leaves an aching in my teeth.

for ugly bones were never meant to be seen

not even a simply glimpse of their unpretty.