ribcage

my bones frail

my frame fragile

everything i'm built up of

is thin and breakable

pieces of porcelain

scattered all over

i'm a closed window

waiting for another stone

to spread my glass splints

all around town

the smallest disturbance

shake of the table

knocks my cup over

i spill into splits

hide the floor 

under layers of

skin

bones

gore

consequences of 

a mental nuclear war

i use my sharp points

needles of blood 

arrows of bone

to pierce anyone that reaches out

gathers my flesh

helps me heal some

no matter how many times

you throw my pounding heart 

back into my rib cage

it rolls right out 

feels safest on the ground

between rotting leaves

slugs

and slippery cobblestones

my heart

no longer beating

would pound to the same rhythm 

melodies of united suffering

we are lost

and no one knows 

what the fuck they're doing

the hymn of a thousand questions

is the only thing

we have in common