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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