Polish the Bones

May 16, 2018

Polish the Bones

 

 

 

(drabble, 100 words)

published at Spelk Fiction

May 16, 2018

 

 

 

 

The bones are always left behind.

 

I gather them together as if kindling in my skirt and smuggle them up the stairs two at a time, creaking under the weight.

 

Weight of your bones.

 

I polish each with care until they shine like perfectly cultured freshwater pearls.

 

Imperfections make them beautiful.

 

I fondle glistening femurs and rib bones stacked neat like accordions.

 

Teeth take longer to glimmer. They clack against each other as I shake one fist, morbid music jangling from my improvised instrument.

 

Finally I organize them, each polished bone set in proper shape, until you are almost whole again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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