Broken Bones

By Sophia Canzonieri

It all just feels like broken bones,
Joints and teeth.
I wish the fracturing of my skull

Would allow me to be pretty.
The blood will seep through my pores.
I will finally be yours.

Divinity is not a perfect goal,
I know that, I know.
But if that’s the only way to feel beautiful,
Then that’s the way to go.

Hey I’m spilling my guts here man
They’re all on the floor
And as you play in the puddle,
Watching it seep through your fingers
Maybe then you’d finally remember,

In the end the meat will decay.
The bones will win.
I will finally be whole
Again.