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Bones

A Prose Piece on Love

By Samantha WilliamsPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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All I could think about was fucking. The way hipbones look in compressed charcoal. The feel of paper sheets under bodies/ bones and skin. What if humans had been clothed in something less solid? Transparent. Wombs seen through panties. Sometimes I look at people. I wonder if their bones have been broken. Do they look like blinds? Long smooth and tapered. Does it sound like the grinding of gears when they move against each other? And we just can’t hear. I bet during sex they are quiet/ they are sweetly moving like homemade icing. Swallowing. (Can bones feel a swallow?) gentle jawline and a hushing. A swaddling of bodies and bones. Gleaning.

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About the Creator

Samantha Williams

Mom of a 2 yo. An art student studying painting (watercolor) and printmaking with a minor in creative writing. I have been writing poetry since I was 13 it is my safe space to tell and figure out how and what I feel.

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