Bones

Please don’t try to distill me
My disquiet is mine and it’s lonely
Like my name and my feet it belongs unfree
I feel in my bones.
When you speak your questions
To you the answers have no meaning
Something soft within my mind is breaking
I feel in my bones
How your fears and poison seep into my bloodstream
Through a kind melody that drifts on a cool breath.
I am free to believe the sweet or the ugly
I feel in my bones
The last seems to come easily.
When I sleep those words resonate.
I try to love but for myself I am filled with hate.
I feel in my bones
That you have tried to distill me
I don’t need you to inflict or bare witness
My disquiet is mine and it’s lonely.
I feel in my bones.
Because my body has lost its heat.