Bones blend
with crumbling cares,
to trap her stares
in rigid frame
and digits dance
a dance macabre,
as crotchets clutch
a distant tune.
She inhales strength
through stringent reach,
to harden haunts
of her hurting voids...
yet inflexible urges
fail to find
a carbonate breath
or pulse.
She chalks her worth
across her soul
and ekes esteem
on buttoned dreams--
to tap a time
on numbered forms,
that hook a heart
to feel.



Ought to be interesting to see what I get. Great start Laura... Scott

people often mistake my early entries as arrogance...i don't ever explain myself, nor do i correct the assumptions of others...but it wins me no favours and often sees me out of challenges quicker than you can blink 
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