Shake Out Bones

Rattle dust from my bones

until I taste my past.

I sneeze memories,

or I cough excuses.

I hide these days

behind anxiety windows

and isolation doors.

I hesitate in front of windows

and watch the world scramble

to pick itself up once again.

We are jumbled pieces

to a lifestyle puzzle

that no longer snaps back.

We ramble like loose skeletons

trying to find closets to hang our pasts in.

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