Finger Bones

Weird Poetry

I feel your glossy gleaming granite finger bones

With their clattering phalanges

Encircle my frigid heartstone

Hard on hard

Nothing to melt

Nothing to thaw

Because cold things can’t make other cold things warm up.




*** Having a “Bah humbug” moment, Sugar Tits? ***

** Nah. It’s just that kind of damp cold that crawls inside your bones and moans out shivers through your pores. I wish I could curl up inside my bonfire.***

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