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.

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