Bone Marker

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴' 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬(?). ...𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. ─── · ▪▫▪ † ▪▫▪ · ─── Cold air creepin' in freezin' through my clothes Ain't no warmth left in this place Headin' down to the back of the shop a dying bulb hummin' like a headache tellin' me to turn around tellin' me to turn around. But I still stop right there at the end of the aisle Something's pullin' me in and I can't look away. And there it is on the dusty shelf a rotting book lurin' me in pressin' 'gainst my face cold breath on the page. I flip the page somebody's watchin' me checkin' out this broken body do I even get to breathe? A bookmark bearing my fingerprints gripping something underneath something stained across the page. The wind cuts through I check the next page Nothin' left from the one before flip it back just empty space! Just my name, raw and cold a signature of bone a signature of bone. ─── · ▪▫▪ † ▪▫▪ · ─── Snap the book shut step back out to the aisle Wind's still creepin', freezin' still feel heavy yeah, that weight stays with me. ─── · ▪▫▪ † ▪▫▪ · ───