Tara Staunton Aspiring poet, photographer and genetic scientist. Lover of life, art, literature and sunshine

I grin and gnash my teeth,

The bones cackle and crack within me.

Half lost in dust,

Half lost in shadows,

Half lost upon this lonely shelf.

Cast like Orion to the edge of heaven,

To gloom with pitchy breath,

And peer at shining life, through sightless sockets.

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I groan and grind my teeth ,

The bones cackle and crack within me.

Forgotten by temperance,

Forgotten by all it seems,

Forgotten even by me.

A steadfast soul that cannot fly,

A fleshless head, broken from necks touch,

Condemned to stillness and speechless thought.

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I grin and gnash my teeth,

The bones cackle and crack within me.

A head once revered on shining shoulders,

A head once fluent in verse and speech,

A head digested by nature, rotted to bleached bone.

Left now, a mere trinket of life,

Denied times end and suspended,

In scorn, out of angels reach.