{"id":329,"date":"2024-11-20T22:15:33","date_gmt":"2024-11-20T22:15:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/?page_id=329"},"modified":"2024-11-30T03:30:36","modified_gmt":"2024-11-30T03:30:36","slug":"sipping-tea-with-skeletons","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/sipping-tea-with-skeletons\/","title":{"rendered":"Sipping Tea With Skeletons"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;font-size: 14pt\">by Megan Spreadbury\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">I spent so much time clawing at my soul<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">willing bloody fingernails to let go<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">while tendrils of damp skin<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">left remnants of past sin<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">as teeth sunk into bones<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">and made my humanity unknown<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">I spent so much time touching life<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">not knowing the knife<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">of time twisted its sharp edge<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">and wedged itself on the ledge<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">between my rib cage<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">while dissipating rage<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">the reaper handed poison remedies<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">for my home in insanity<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">clamped down on vanity<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">and whispered for an eternity<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">\u201cwho are you supposed to be\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">I spent afternoon tea<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">inside dark corridors<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">cornered by lofty shadows<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">holding cross bows<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">as death loomed closer<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">spilled scalding tea over gossamer<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">a now shimmering darkness<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">creating a fortress<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">and all that was left were silent screaming voices<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">trapped with life choices<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">biding their time<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">with small compact crimes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">that held no value<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">but formed broken avenues<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">so as time kept going<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">their souls were slowing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">and stopped showing kindness<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">only wishing the timeless<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">slow of earth<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">would capture their self-worth<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">and preserve what little skin was left<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">not torn with marks of death<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">but still they withered, lacking depth<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">and all they found<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">wedged between time and ground<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">as they dug up black dirt<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">silencing each soul&#8217;s quiet hurt<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt\">was the 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