Skin & Bones
Skin and bones I am.
Pieces in pieces, undead under pretence.
Seeking felicity in stolen moments and my faltering steps,
Jaded, dull and hollow I’ve become on heavenly behest.
Skin and bones I wasn’t.
Skin and bones I’ve become.
To this hidden routine ache I might soon succumb.
Until and if that night arrives,
I wish my skin and bones can merely survive if not thrive.
-Megha Bhartiya, InkSoakedSoul 💜
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