Dry Bones

Lindsey Heatherly


His eyes, dark as carbon,
are hidden by caramel centers
of kindness, luring me in with promises
for a reality that can never be.
Kindness turns to bitterness,
like fermented tea,
coating his insides
and seeping through his pores,
into my brain.
It twists the spine of my soul
into a state of disrepair,
extending it just far enough
to keep from snapping in two.





Lindsey Heatherly is an aspiring poet masquerading as a pharmacy professional in an inpatient psychiatric hospital, and spends her time at home raising a strong, confident daughter. When she’s not working or parenting, you can find her writing and editing her works, reading, or snuggling up with her one-eyed cat.