End is Nigh

my bones ache–

     quake inside the lining of skin–

skin that feels thin. Will it hold?

 

Can it keep them in?

                                        Stop the blood from flowing through the covering that holds everything in?

My soul quivers–

    cries to be released–

heart that strains against the shrieks. Will it keep beating?

Can it stop my soul from escaping?

                                             Stop my skin from opening up for it’s release?

A body that is a prison. A Soul that has become thin with starvation and from lack of light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The end is nigh.

 

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