I’m have a hard time

accepting that I have a skeleton inside of me.

A skeleton!

And of all things.

What am I, some kind of monster?

ii.

I’ve only ever known

my great-Grandfather

as a skeleton,

but that is because it’s the only

photograph we have of him.

iii.

We have a painting of my great-grandfather,

but it’s of a skeleton too,

as it was painted from the photograph

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