Rib Bone

I am a rib bone bending free.
Bowing body away from kinfolk company I am
Breathless, aching, sending crack
I give way like a petal loose of the rose
Descend, feather gone from the wing I am
Without home, within blankness mighty,
Do I have, a tomb to lay in? I do ask,
Before I swallow in all the death. Outbreath. Ah yes. Ah.

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