238 Bones in the Body
In desperate times knives are necessary. Cut the excess then cut what you need. Cut the words off you. Cut the skin, cut the hair, cut the skin. Sear the fat and sinew and throw it to the dogs. Stuff it in the corners for the lean winters. Nothing is necessary. Nothing is desired.
Take the swords of obsession lust power love sex desire that helicopter up and through you and above to keep Alone on the fringes, on toes that don't falter, and drop them. Unbrandish your swords that only cut and invite Alone to sit in the center. Invite Alone to drink your tea from your own throat.
Warm the refrigerant in the bones keeping the heart cool until it turns to water. Drip on the floor. Hold your empty bones.
Divorce tibia from its companion fibula. Ignore the lies of the leg when it says it needs two. Suck the marrow. Spit it out. Drink the soup of your blood from a bone straw. Throw the bone in the fire. Dry it out. Don't let it become ash. Carve a flute. Play Alone a haunting song. Repeat.