what are these bones

[wegetthrough]

they haunt and turn on me.
with fevered breaths I hold this close.
no matter how far i run, the moon will always chant my name
like some deranged orchestral piece
the night swallows my dreams whole
holding them like princes in sand-covered lands

am I ready for this collapse?

a bird could fly my fears away
untie my limbs and let me walk awhile
touch my arms like branches
wiggle my toes in four four time
no matter how loud i scream
i will always be silent
to you.

we are not what you see around you
we are broken
scared
and alone.
but can you feel that beat?