Ribcage Flowers - a poem

Sometimes I want to be a stylish skelton.
All bones,
Not skin.
I’d wear fancy dresses with the sides cut out so you can see my ribs.
I'd pick wildflowers and place them in the spaces between my ribs.
I'd leave them there until they dry out.
I'd take them out and place them between the pages of an old book for safekeeping.
I'd pick fresh flowers to replace the dried out ones.
And repeat the process. 
18 she//her writer
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