Lies inside

The story is nailed to my bones
and I don’t know if it shows
or if it’s grown gory in it’s glory
but I know just how deep
the morbid fear and failure go

In my marrow I keep the narrow
definitions and definitives
Can no more resolve to
solve the lies than
stand bones dissolved in lye

My joints are filled with glass
cracked from mirrors of selves past
And I’m sure that when I die
someone will piece back the façade
Rack crying tears for the life
of the one who’d never last

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