Let Old Bones Lie – Nicole Lyons

I never could tell
if it was my body
or my mind
he ached to strip.

He had a weakness
for pretty disasters
and ugly tragedies.
The cut
of his tongue
sliced through both.

Colors exploded
into me, violent
shades of him,
striking my soul.

                                      Hush
                                      your quaking
                                      heart,
                                      we have many
                                      things to see.