Bones

these words float around in my head
knocking into the walls surrounding them
thorns tearing through my mind, shredding my sanity
no wonder I can't sleep at night
the blood drips behind the closed lids of my eyes
it pools in my tear ducts, it wants to escape
it drips down my face and pools at my feet
but then I blink, and my face is dry
and instead of a pool at my feet
a pile of bones covers my ankles
they are the bones of those we killed
with our words so sharp and our ideas suffocating
and they are white, pure
like they should have been