Ugly Bones by Ella B. Winters | One Poem Only
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Ugly Bones by Ella B. Winters
Ella B. Winters
Behind the dusty radiator,
green splashed like blood
spray in a B-film, from that time
when you decided
to paint our bedroom
in the middle of the night,
I keep my poems
hidden in a puce manila file
so unremarkable, it chameleons
into the background, pink tongue
unfurling to swallow my words
into the shadowy crevice.
Mostly, I don’t want you
to see them, as though,
in the starkness of the early
hours, when our walls
demand another change,
they might reveal my ugly
bones…
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