Spinal Cords and Hip Bones

[daquirigirl]

Breaking, snapping
Like wired-up hearts and skin that cannot breathe,
Where music pounds in our ears
So we can pretend it is our hearts, still beating
Through all of this. Paper skin
And shards of dreams,
Sticking through like hip bones
And collar bones too real to be there -
This is a falsehood.
I can hear their voices, echoing, reality below me,
Lighter than air. Aching,
Wanting an end,
But unsustained -
Where spinal cords are our only friends,
Sticking out to hold us to ourselves,
In ways we never knew we would become.