Colder Bones

By, Tava Meyer 

I keep hearing murmurs of his name

A dead, dead word to match  

An even deader body

A boy that made my voice catch.

I keep hearing angry people

Because I truly don't miss him

Or cowering to his booming storm

And his every single whim. 

I keep hearing apologies

Because he's in the ground

But never because the stinging hurt

He gave me when around. 

I don't feel any real remorse

For the dead boy from before

All he's done is abuse me even after

His cold bones caught the floor.