The force that pushed it. (#6 Space)

What my bones say. My bones are malnourished. The last thing they ate was some turkey relish. My bones seem to be thin. Thin enough to just barely not hold my heart in place securely where it belongs. How do I know my insides aren't going to fall out? My bones keep them in but I don't know for how long. My bones are probably whining but I don't hear them. What would my bones say to me if I dared to give them a voice? But I won't give them a voice because I know what they'll say.

So I leave 'em. whining, silently in despair. Does a redwood that falls in a lonely the forest make a sound, when nobody else is around? i dont know. Of course it does. The cry of the redwood will always heard by the force that pushed It.

Thin bones.

Just hardly enough to keep blood flowing through my veins.But I don't need much. It doesn't take a lot to lie in bed.And that's what I'm doin with my life. I'd rather stay in bed with blanket over head consumed in my magic mirror than listen, to my bones. Listen to my bones whine, and ache. Listen to my bones tell me how much I have changed and how damned I've become. I don't wanna   hear    about  my  past   possible  lives. 

shut up bones, I can't take it anymore, I can't bear to listen. Stop it bones stop it. I don't wanna hear your whining, your Begging. I've got the whole world shown to me right here right here in my hands so why on EARTH would I listen to YOU.

YOU. if you're not dead yet you are gonna die soon and crumble and break you're just like that boulevard with the broken dreams. Can't hardy see. So many seams. Breaking. Stop it, stop it you. How dare you keep whimpering at me like this, like you deserve a second chance. When you know you and I both know you're the drunk lover at the barbecue trying to sell photographs or that guy with his heart set on culinary school but isn't willing to chop.

 Don't come back to me and tell me for the twentieth time that all you need is forty-two dollars and a dime  to keep your dream afloat;

 When you know I don't have it. Don't be putting me in a bind. God, sometimes I wish you would just get outta my mind.  You ain't never gonna float so don't be telling me to try your boat. To write a note. To become a poet. Because it ain't never gonna happen. You're all deception and dope when you try to dote. Go home, bones. You're a lazy ass freak that does nothing but dream. Even if someone could hear your screams you'll never rise to the top like cream. You got one hand in the sky the other on your heart. But not one on the prndl. You're a hindrance. You're through. So like I said before, shut up bones. Just do me a favor, you're shattered so deep even I can see you waver. I hate your flavor. You only savor the things that wont last forever. Why is that bones huh? Explain it to me. Life's hard and brittle and you're just too little. You'll soon be in the tombs. and I'll soon be in the boonies, farewell poor bones, thin, Thin, bones. Its been a disgrace to you being so closely tied wish I could get rid of you're taste. Really wish you'd get outta my mind.