few who can

i discovered my bones in the snow
on a night so haphazardly cold
i stumbled and fell
(they were disguised that well)
still glistening white, although old

with a deep breath like the wind
i tried hard to uncover them
and underneath all the sleet
rubies scattered aplenty
my blood, my veins, all gems

i ran a finger down my spine
filled my ribcage with a sigh
but all remained still
absent of flush and thrill
and i noticed how each part had died

marbles for eyes, hair like sand
heart as a stone with unfeeling hands
so i left myself there
to the earth and the air
and wandered along as i'd planned