Lullaby
Dry-boned blinking child
I'm afraid I'll never bear,
Are we in a cradle
Or an old rocking chair?
Baby thrusting skinny
Little fingers into mine,
Our knuckles crack together,
Holding breath and keeping time.
You are thin as any whisper,
I'm concave as every word,
We are empty as an eggshell,
And your softness is absurd.
Though this dragon may deny you
I can see you from above,
You are made of crystal candy
Dreaming, stillborn little love.
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