to marrow

bone struck bone
like matches lit
inside sandpaper smiles
ripened flames, bursting
bearing the fruits
that feed our misery

the click click click
of the bones
less coherent with each step
unsure of their skin
woozy off the leash of tendons
and ligaments

a stiff wind kills our
halloween dream
we quitely pile ourselves, our bones
on a blanket of snow
it's so easy to fall in winter