Bones in the DirtAnd we were stacked together like bones in the dirt.Bones in the Dirt6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You on one side and me on the other.
Battered, broken bones of some busted, buried body;
Long forgotten memoires of one vengeful, brutal act.
That's what we were.
Some too-late-to-save victim.
Pieces of the same mistake.
The quiet, sleeping aftermath of something too wrong to make right.
We were a secret all the authorities, bloodhounds, and desperate floodlights couldn't seem to find.
No matter how hard they tried.
"I am the disjointed knees, and you are a fractured femur, forty-eight centimetres in length with a break down your middle," I whispered.
You waited, and imagined our makeshift cemetery; headstoneless, rugged, and lonely.
"And together, we are little things, like missing teeth, finger bones, and...", you paused and moved your hands through the air, indifferent to the fact that I couldn't see your pictures in the dark, "... and seven pieces of what used to be a perfectly formed cheek bone."
Thirteen minutes pas