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Ribs II
Across the bridge
Lays our static lady
Frozen in time
Stuck in the cold and in the shady
And oh, Across her torso
Oh, Across her chest
There lives an open wound
Skin ripped and distressed
Her ribcage reaches out
A fools hand of sorrow
Seeking water in the drought
Aid in waking up tomorrow
But our unchanging lady does not blink
She sheds just one tear
She knows she'll drink her pain for at least another year
She is dying, she thinks
We, the audience surround her now
Watching on in awe
Expecting her to stand and bow
Ignoring that her pain is real and that it is raw
The breeze washing over all of us, stinging the ladies eyes
But though she shed one tear she knows she dare not cry
Rock bottom is the stone under which she resides
Where she is riddled by maggots
And picked at by flies
Familiarity brings comfort
Even if comfort aches
She only hopes for the next world's peace
For when she finally wakes
© beccabug
Lays our static lady
Frozen in time
Stuck in the cold and in the shady
And oh, Across her torso
Oh, Across her chest
There lives an open wound
Skin ripped and distressed
Her ribcage reaches out
A fools hand of sorrow
Seeking water in the drought
Aid in waking up tomorrow
But our unchanging lady does not blink
She sheds just one tear
She knows she'll drink her pain for at least another year
She is dying, she thinks
We, the audience surround her now
Watching on in awe
Expecting her to stand and bow
Ignoring that her pain is real and that it is raw
The breeze washing over all of us, stinging the ladies eyes
But though she shed one tear she knows she dare not cry
Rock bottom is the stone under which she resides
Where she is riddled by maggots
And picked at by flies
Familiarity brings comfort
Even if comfort aches
She only hopes for the next world's peace
For when she finally wakes
© beccabug
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