Skeleton Boys
death
noun
the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.
Death: Your heart has disappeared. Don't panic.
It has left with the boy who holds his veins in his skeleton hands. The boy who has stomped you down so many times you're starting to look like the cracks in the pavement.
Your heart has jumped right into his breast pocket and it has convinced itself it looks better mixed in with the dust bunnies under his bed. Where he keeps all the love notes from past renegade hearts.
They write him inscribe of love, they promise to write him a sky as brilliant as his eyes if he can just transform his skeleton hands into birds nests. Can just turn his brittle bones into a home.
Your heart wants to make a home of his ribs. A cozy, seven-story house with a view of his lungs. Though his lungs have been dead for years and weeds are starting to crawl up his esophagus, your heart wants to plant a garden. Water it with its own blood and start and apple orchard. Make every word he speaks as sweet as the fruit.
Reality: Your skeleton boy doesn't want your heart. In fact, he's not your skeleton boy at all. He belongs to the earth, and the other hands that pull him away.
The skeleton boy can not turn his hands into nests, only swords. and he cuts away at the home your heart has made, destroys the garden with his own hands and rips the roses from is lungs.
Fact: Skeleton boys are hard to hold onto. Their bones are much too fragile to act as weights and they have a tendency to blow away in the wind. Skeleton boys have bones that will rip holes in you if you are not careful.
Death: Your heart has disappeared. Don't panic. It's under the bed of a skeleton boy.