Bones

There are shreds of my skin,

that just float away from here.

Pulling pieces of me to the sky,

until there is nothing left of me,

but my raw bones at evening.

The twilight sheds pale light,

that illuminates my white limbs.

Casting shadows down my spine,

until my back is nothing but black,

and my glass soul awakens.

Come find me, 

I will be here when you do,

my fleshless body bathing at sundown.

Come with your bones,

and join me when the moon rises.

Author's Note

(Jack)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poem. Made me wish to read and know more.
"Come with your bones,
and join me when the moon rises."
I liked the open ending above. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

[Chase]

I can picture everything you paint in this piece but im having a hard time tryinf to figure out what this poem is about overall. Throw me a bone? (Awesome pun)

[hanir]

Creatively written!!!
👍👍👍

[Jordan Smith]

This is a really good piece. It really ties into the Halloween spirit in my opinion. Good imagery in this one as well. I liked the flow and detail also. Good job

[Udeme]

This is so...REAL

Felt like You could see into me.