Little bone child 

Needles and thread

What kind of worlds

Gyroscope in your head?

Little frail child

Feathers for fingers

Bruises they heal

But the words they linger

Little stone child

Hold yourself together

The real world’s in 

For some inclement weather

Little shale child

Fly away inside your head

This is beyond repair

Of just needles and thread

Bone Child – Stacia Joy


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