Laura J Martin Inside Your Bones
and you could sense there was something else about that night
It clung to the inside of your shirt and crept up your spine
And sat inside your bones
Inside your bones
Sat inside your bones
Memories whisper cruelly through a barbed wire fence
As I try to piece the events together I am certain
Of just one thing
Just one thing
Of just one thing
It was written on my arm and on the wall above my head
On the road outside the house and across the unmade bed
It was written
was written
Written though unread
