Skeletons

What more is there to say of this life
than it is here exactly for you,
with treacherous waters
and
sullen tongues
spitting towards you,
with magenta waves
encircling your
Womb.
Your chest lifts up
and bellows.
Gripping the bloody mast
you wallow
swallow
take a breath.
React or retreat,
respect or repeat
the circles of blindfolded vision?
Quivering, you give a fake smile
because deep down
in the dungeons of your soul
you know that there are skeletons
still dripping with
tears.
They cry their lost words, 
their lost inanimate spines
break into
millions of forgotten
pieces.
Peace is in the jovial reconciliation
hanging from the sky,
a chandelier of glimmering
diamonds
sparkling in the sunlight
and reflecting gold upon your skin. 
Life is a glorious
walk
in the direction of your
dreams.
Do you
and your skeletons
and your bosom
draped in shimmering butterflies
yearn to really
live this life with the purpose
you have chosen to
stride? 

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