I met a skeleton when my thoughts ran away with my soul and she won't leave me alone

She tears at my flesh with her disjointed fingers slowing ripping each beating chamber until they burst, bleeding out my past

I asked her kindly to leave, she did not, and instead her rib cage creaked and cracked as an airy laugh escaped through her sternum

I met a sacred soul; I ate her flesh and exhaled her memories

I am a skeleton

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