Army of Ink Grumpy Green Bones

army of ink grumpy green bones

Grumpy Green Bones .

Once sticks and stones.  Now it’s grumpy green bones that huff and puff and blow my dreams up.  So I put them in a pot.   Boil them up for letting me down.  Skip to Mary doesn’t go around anymore – ’cause I’m leaving them behind me.   

Because this little soldier asked for so little she wondered if that’s why others believed she had it all and therefore offered nothing in return for what they took.  So she fled into the darkness that shielded her from the glare of eyes that stole.  An endless space void of the strike of green, swell of black and blue, ooze of red, shock of pink and lure of white.  And while some thought they’d made her disappear, others thought she’d succumbed to the darkness.  But what they couldn’t see long after the sun had sizzled and sunk, was how she’d become one with the inky moonlit balm that soaked deep into her soul as she lay cocooned in the soft white sheets that wrapped around her and always carried her home … just in time for breakfast.

Find her in Rock The Boat book.