Hour Seventeen: Fragility Skulls

i crash landed and found youth on the day bed.
i spent days wasting my eyes looking at the sun.
rotate me and sacrifice me, my head is torn in different directions.
misled you and washed you in acid rain,
took all the bone out of you, you don’t get anything back.
there are riddles to solve, beneath this earth, unearth me,
no one to blame but your own games that have been set out on the floor,
i was sworn to secrecy by the broken road we came upon.
there was this fragile picture of us, came apart, and came up in flame,
the skulls and the bones of every secret you stole,
and never gave back.
it’ll come attack you, if you let it.

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