I run though the hollows of my bones, looking for something to fix. Yet all I find are empty corridors and the echos of my footsteps left behind. There is nothing to fix here, and so I gather my bones and lay them out one by one. For the last time I remember what it is like to feel my bones from cortex to precious marrow. Streams of liquid gold trickling through my bones. Like honey dripping from honeycomb. I am reminded that endings too can be sweet. And as I dance with death, I begin to lay my bones to rest.
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