Adrianna Acebo (19)
The Second Death
where do your bones rest
when you sink into sleep and your breathing slows
what will they say when they finally dig you up
and thrust you back into a world that is no longer meant for you
what story will your bones tell
can they look at your jaw and count how many times you told your mother that you
loved her
how many times you were kissed
how many times you actually wanted it
perhaps they will take your hands and count off all the flowers you picked and babies you held
perhaps they will list off the number of times your fingers changed the radio dial and hummed to yourself
can they look at your ribcage and see the marks left behind from when your heart was
broken
for the first time
such terrible shrapnel
where should your bones rest
some eat the body and blood of a god every Sunday
yet no one told them what to do with the bones
bones are easier to forgive
but the hardest to ask forgiveness from
so tell me
when the fire is out
the earth a little quieter
where will your bones rest
and who will tell their story
where do your bones rest
when you sink into sleep and your breathing slows
what will they say when they finally dig you up
and thrust you back into a world that is no longer meant for you
what story will your bones tell
can they look at your jaw and count how many times you told your mother that you
loved her
how many times you were kissed
how many times you actually wanted it
perhaps they will take your hands and count off all the flowers you picked and babies you held
perhaps they will list off the number of times your fingers changed the radio dial and hummed to yourself
can they look at your ribcage and see the marks left behind from when your heart was
broken
for the first time
such terrible shrapnel
where should your bones rest
some eat the body and blood of a god every Sunday
yet no one told them what to do with the bones
bones are easier to forgive
but the hardest to ask forgiveness from
so tell me
when the fire is out
the earth a little quieter
where will your bones rest
and who will tell their story
Adrianna is somewhat an Oklahoman native, and has been writing creatively nearly all her life. She won her first poetry contest when she was 13, and caught the poetry bug ever since. She is attending college in Oklahoma and hopes to use her writing skills as a future speech therapist.