Nursery Rhyme

[godasmywitness]

[this isn't anywhere near being done]

This is the way I learned myself,
When all you see are bones.
Bleached white, strung
Together
Under your gaze,
And you are the sun.
You hanged me in the closet,
I became your relic, your leftover
-You left-
From an age hardly memorable.
Hardly noteworthy.
Hardly even there at all.
We weren’t there at all,
You said, and nothing ever happens.

So I became origami.
I folded in, I found my planes,
And I was angles. I was sharp.
I was red paper,
And you are the sun, and I was
Bleached
White
Again.
You recycled me, I was the background
Of every inconsequential trivial fact
For the day, to keep your house in line.
I was your notepad, you made
My spine break under your pen.

So I became a novel,
And you couldn’t put me down.
I was thick. I had weight.
I was writing myself at night,
When you would sleep away my words.
But we didn’t speak at all, did we?
I just had too much to say,
You were afraid to be the blank.
And nothing ever happens.
So I left you
With nothing at all to hang.
And I learned myself
By the way you bleached my bones.