In Love With BonesA Poem by Eli Lane
I was in love with Bones.
White bones. Smooth bones. Bones, that rattled together when he was cold. I would put his trembling hands between my thighs, to warm them, while we lay lifeless. Listening to hipster crooners making opium music. This isn't who I thought I would be. Someone who could spend hours curled up in a quilted bed. Hiding from the day when my Bones would go away. © 2014 Eli LaneReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 12, 2014 Last Updated on January 12, 2014 Tags: desperate love, clinging to dreams, apathy AuthorEli LaneTNAboutJust like any woman; we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same. - flb I am a twenty two year old who i.. more..Writing
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