A Dance of Bones by Barry Charman

My skeleton is rejecting me again. Or so it feels. I walk an old familiar walk, and step with less familiar steps. I walk around the tilting pavement, then eye the cracks, avoid the uneven steps to come. I step upon a twig that snaps, and pause. Sometimes, when I hurt, I think myself away, dance with other days until the pain cuts in.
Faceless companion
Dances through my yawning bones
Leaving me alone

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