Yard Sale of Thoughts

Temporal Trust

Katie Frances Hartless
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I cannot see
through my own mask
of jointed phalanges.

Exposed in my own dusk,
blood and skin,
gender and religion – all rust.

What is buried in each of us,
I am frightened of
its revelation.

Bone to bone,
genetic relatives
terrified of each other’s
skeltons,
our souls forsaking.

Craniums reflect
facts, not guts –
that we are all just
protein, collagen,
and calcified dust
resisting breaking.

©2023 | K.F. Hartless

“skeletons” easy life

Cover Art: Liz + Lopez

9 responses to “Temporal Trust”

  1. yourplateormine967244485 Avatar
    yourplateormine967244485

    This moves in such a haunting way, takes me on a journey of self! 👍❣️

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  2. K.F. Hartless Avatar
    K.F. Hartless

    💜yes, I had that same sort of journey writing it. Thank you, Pam.

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  3. Michele Lee Avatar
    Michele Lee

    Raw and thought-provoking lines. Great song!

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    1. K.F. Hartless Avatar
      K.F. Hartless

      Thank you, Michele. 💜

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      1. Michele Lee Avatar
        Michele Lee

        Welcome, K. 😊

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  4. beth Avatar
    beth

    your words really made me think, and great song choice

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  5. K.F. Hartless Avatar
    K.F. Hartless

    Thank you so much, Beth. 💜

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  6. Tom Avatar
    Tom

    Very powerful verses that stick with the reader – quite a poignant message of what little we’re left with at the end.

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    1. K.F. Hartless Avatar
      K.F. Hartless

      Thank yo, Tom. The season of decay always speaks to me.

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