Bones.

FATHOMS
under blood and skin,
there is this place.

I don't know the scientific term,

but i do know it's between things.

Wedged.

Easily forgotten -

like dishes and dirty laundry.

It sets our pace,
makes us walk funny,
with our shoulders forward and our head back.

Or our pelvis in and belly out.

Like a groan. That's what it's like.
An ancient howl. But a private one.
It's the way we breathe. But in our bones.

yes.

bones.

Under blood and skin.

Where lifetimes lodge ~ and sometimes you get to feel them.
The ones that make eyes twitch and hairs gray.

The ones we thought we lost.

but didn't.

Because of fathoms.

And not wanting to.