She runs her hand over her damp body
smooths the moisturiser in
her muscles are predator hard
she cups her bicep
apple hard full of crunch
wonders if love will come back
once she tried to starve it
this time she will use it till it breaks
she presses her fingers
onto her skull bone
imagines when sound and flesh have gone
bones still and silent
she could be sung back
bones beaten on an animal skin
jaw strung for song
breath music in a hollowed leg
holy skull bowl vessel
scapular carved with magic.
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