14.7.11

Wayward thoughts: Memorial bones

We shared. Smiles. Eyes creasing at corners. Flesh encased my bones. His bones reminded me of flesh. I stared wide-eyed. He stared back from hollow sockets. We shared. Smiles. The sun cast shadows on my skin. Light had no effect on his whiteness. I could play the piano between his ribs – black-ivory. Keys. Keyholes. To a world. That was. Will be. We shared. Smiles. The skeleton and I.

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