Anathomy (A.K.A Another Me)

by Pete Rapp

Skin and bones reaches the cliff top;

The wind makes it difficult to stand.

Skin and bones reaches a sheer drop;

The aim is a line, drawn in the sand.

But there’s no yelling up here

Only screaming, blinding quiet.

The pounding of the very thoughts

Against the inside of the skull

Is enough to rival any breaking wave.

The piece of you that keeps on running

Like a madman with a gun

And all that’s in the chamber is your mind and your fire

Until he gets to an impasse

And shoots himself in the foot.

Skin and bones reaches the cliff top;

Time to take your head from your hands.

Skin and bones reaches a sheer drop;

This is no jump - was there ever a plan?

N.B // the title is pronounced the same as “anatomy”, but instead of a hard ”t-” sound, it’s a soft “th-” sound, as in “the”.