The Center Of The Bone Poem by Krissy Disillusion

There is a place
In the center of the bone.
The shard of a fortress
Threatening to crumble
Under the sun's hard glare.
Eyes blinking rapidly,
Clearing the tears which have little
Time to form
Now,
In this dark house,
This dark light burns the retina.
Forgive me for the desolate years.
Smoldering lies from the
Mouth to the eyes;
Fragile coverings melt
In the reality of touch.
We scramble for justice,
We beg for truth;
Your voice like a cracking eggshell,
Spilling the juice of my heart.
Fitful memories pounding cells,
Trying to morph into a bitter finale.
We no longer touch
Fingers to lips, lips to noses, noses to foreheads
With a deep sigh.
Deep, from inside.
Once soaked in relevance,
Now bare and dry as dust.
A powdery mixture
Of emotions all used up.