you know me in your marrow

but why don't I know myself?

4-7-15

You arrange yourself onto your bed, 
struggling to remember what you looked like in the past.
It's troublesome enough 
when you can't even seem to remember 
what you did yesterday
let alone five minutes ago.
The only reminder of your previous skin
is the bones that are left behind.
All because that's the only thing that ever took effect for you.
Left behind,
by yourself,
the slightest move makes you plug your ears.
All you can hear is the snapping of your cartilage.
Even though I still feel you
in my marrow,
I can't seem to feel you along my so called
body.
My hips slice along my arms,
the sound sings me to sleep.
Just a reminder of the skin that I killed off instead of myself.