Entrails of the Exposed
trepidatious thoughts,
eats away –
residue on the lining of my skull,
i am afraid
full of shame
peeling away
molten skin
revealing what lies within
terrified of, what?
when?
innards scald from bubbling pains
aches wave through;
telling you of my darkest days
exposed and blamed
fear sieges my veins –
why?
do i rip my flesh wide open;
for all to see?
silence soaks my banging ears
does anyone, at least one –
know?
of these things,
sink into rocking flames
cowering; isolated dreams
quaking a voice for ALL to hear –
no one there?
echoes pounding within this bod
grief creeps and crawls,
swaying back and forth,
eyes melting, reflection – mirror
is my nakedness in vain?
ask the skeleton staring back at me;
hopeful flicker encouraging –
if only for one,
who?
for One
shouts from pages,
reveal the longing to know –
we are not alone?
MindRetrofit7 
Oh my gosh, this was incredible!! I love the working through the layers of the body. You know, there are several cultures that have myths about being reduced to skeleton and bones. I believe it is a Latin American (??) version that speaks of being reduced to a skeleton and then “Singing over the bones” to flesh out one’s being again. A nod to transformation and renewal, I believe. I am not saying that was you intent with writing, but it where my mind went 🙂
Kimberly, I did not know that, thank you for sharing! The imagery gives me a boost of wonderful thoughts. This was about getting to the point of the “skeletal” self and then, becoming renewed struggling through the healing process. What you share reminds me of the story of Ezekiel breathing on dried bones. That is one of those bible stories that always intrigues me – there are many. 🙂
Still waiting for an autograph! Amazing!
Thank you Zoe! 🙂