Carrion

Sometimes a solid foundation is too permitting. It may allow for dereliction in the structure it supports; like freedom holding up tyranny, like lovely bones holding up rotting flesh, bones begging to be brought back to blessed bareness, blanched until the blighted bile and blubbery bloat blisters off.


For #MayBookPrompts day 24 “Lovely Bones”

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