Pointed bones

free verse

Reclining woman. Francis Bacon. I took the picture. Chiostro del Bramante. Rome

I turned
my molten
soul
into a concentrate
of grudge,
to feel not
the pain.

When the surface is flayed,
the glowing lava
hurts,
ignorant,
where it perches.

Nobody
wanted to embrace me
to hold me.

I am uncomfortable.
Pointed bones.