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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.
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