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tiny skeletons

scattered across the beach and I
what stories this ocean has stopped,
what stories it holds,
remnants nothing more than
tiny skeletons
brittle bones

Did they wash up that way
or were they picked clean?

What skeletons hide away from sight
underneath the dark cover of the ocean
deep down on the sea floor?

Do their stories breathe anymore?

What of the skeletons we hide
underneath our delicate skin,
pulled taught around muscles and tendons,
organs meant to keep us living though
they sometimes make us feel like we are dying
on our way to becoming
tiny skeletons scattered on the shore