Thursday, 22 June 2017

Skin & Bones.

I used to be, skin and bones.
My grandpa would count my ribs, 
make me giggle.
And then I grew.
And grew.
And grew.
And suddenly, 
or so it seemed, 
there were more skin than bones.
Suddenly, I was a teenager, 
hitting puberty.
Nobody tells you, 
warns you, 
just exactly how much a body
Nobody tells you, the changes are...

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