Skeleton

by Belinda Munoz on May 21, 2010

deep-late in post-midnight
demons descend
almost like poison;
neurons firing,
misdeeds remembered,
the shakes in the body and the soul.

as defenses dwindle
and last chance promises
go unheeded,
skeletons emerge,
grinning slyly,
grinning wistfully,
whispering for deliverance.

steady your hand, relax your soul,
and
crush the bones with the
strength of your spirit…
then awake triumphantly
to the sunshine of a new day.

~by PC Munoz, from the chapbook The Daily Balance, 1992 (ArtLab)

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