'Alive'

10 April 2024

Bones writhe, convulse, defy design,

Snapping, spiralling, serpentine.

They coil in shadows, grin through skin,

A quiet waltz of things within.

Flesh remembers what minds forget,

Each fracture whispers old regret.

Groaning, grinding, soft decay,

A lullaby in slow flay.

Marrow rivers choke and creep,

Feeding things we hoped would sleep. -A.Phoenix