my blood and bones

By , iqaluit, Canada
blood flows through my veins,
cold as ice, yet burning like fire,
burning.... my skin is burning,
clumps are falling,
dropping to the floor,
my bones are dancing,
each one falling,
broken, beaten, burried.





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