bone stories

By R. S. Brandriff

Content Warnings: Imagery of death and skeletonized human remains

when the sky is white and i am nothing

but a pile of bones with mice building nests between my ribs,

stitch me back together to read the stories I still have to tell.

trace the bumps and knobs of my spine and see the paintings trapped in my fingers falling apart

in the dirt

R. S. Brandriff is a writer, poet, and software developer living in the American Southwest with their two cats and far too many coffee mugs. They write about love, neurodivergency, and the apocalypse, with poetry upcoming in Sledgehammer Lit. You can find them on Twitter @_hedgebones, and on their website, hedgebones.com, where new microfiction and poetry are published weekly.