a blue mist is

NaPoWriMo #14: Imitation, flattery, yadda yadda yadda

The bare bones, sap-stained,
clack in the mouth
with their alliterative ambrosia.

The teething child sucks at the marrow,
cries baldly, and how,
fat tears from her moony eyes.

She knows these old bones
lolling on her tongue,
imparting their whiteness –

their liveliness and readiness
a gift from the grave, that
clacking rattle lodged in the throat.

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