bones

halfway to your heart
i found stones and even sticks
that broke my bones
into a thousand pieces

where to go from here
is still uncertain
when you dwelve in disdain
time folds over like a curtain

hello, you said, after school
i kept walking
pretending i had not heard you
hey, i'm sorry, you shouted even louder

and my broken bones cracked once again
torn with the pain
eroded, sandblasted, stone washed
like little marbles


magela eastman (Young, RN, 1990)