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brutal winter
freeze/thaw/freeze
echoes through my bones-
not old bones
not young bones
but somewhere between the birthing
and the dying,
middle ground, middle grown?
The creak and grind
as I try to simply
maintain.
Things don't heal like they did.
If they ever truly did.
Oh, body.
You're slipping.
S l o w i n g down
grinding and clicking,
those old-ish bones
the creaks and groans
skin marred with stories
I may or may not have told
and stories yet to appear
but not yet marking me.
Grey hair no longer sneaking
bones, damn bones with their
creaking,
oh, body.
you're slipping.
:icongreendolly:
greendolly Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Lovely work!!
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