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I go to the darkest of rooms
Where the bones lie
I strain to hear what they have to say
They call out my name
I follow their voices step-by-step
Each voice getting closer
As I enter the darkest of rooms
I feel my heart pound against my chest
They have stopped calling my name…
For they are singing what causes me to find them:
Beauty…
I listen closely as the bones sing
Each voice getting louder
I crouch down to the floor
I reach my hand out in the dark
My fingertips brush against something
Hard and cold…
The bone that I have touched brings me to gasp
It’s voice rings in my ears
It drowns out the rest of the bones’ voices
I listen to the one bone’s voice
As it tells me the truth
Of each bones’ beauty.
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About the Creator
Kylee Cheyanne
~I’m just a person who enjoys to write, nothing too special, just me.~
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