Bones

DISSONANCE 
May my mind 
always move faster than my pen
because some words are too precious 
to be captured

BONES
these are my bones
I am scraping out the marrow
this ink is my blood
I am cutting open my skin  
to spill me onto a page
in hopes that another’s bones are rattled
just enough to expose themselves 
peek from behind the freckles in their eyes
and turn to puzzle pieces 
that might fit with mine