Little Bones

Thin skin covers little bones,
Little veins, a little heart,
And veins are filled with water,
Rushing like a river,
Dancing like a river.

Fragile hands slip and fall,
To the ground, eyes fall too,
Afraid to look into the eyes of death,
Eyes so wide,
Eyes so inviting.

Hands covered in black ink,
Washed over and over and over,
Frantic to hide, frantic to conceal,
It starts so young,
It starts and doesn't stop.

Beauty wrapped up in one body,
Destroyed in one natural motion,
Fear and shame, cancer to the heart,
We all meet the same end,
We all meet the same end.