A Skeletal Society

A SKELETAL SOCIETY

Ryan S

You’re killing us, throwing a glamour over the shadow of a person, a sheen of light over a skeleton. Lighting a candle inside our throats, waiting to burn anything on its way down, a fiery force regurgitating the only morsel of life we attempt to cling to. What happens when that wax drips down? What happens when my throat is so clogged with wax and emptiness that I can tolerate nothing but an absence of sustenance? What happens when I turn into this shell of a person who once was, so animated so lively now only a sparkling skeleton shining with the approval of the world, barren of the life it once held within? You’re killing us. Sincerely, a Skeletal Member of Society.