Brittle Bones
A poem from The Blue Hour
Death’s knife slices.
My blood spills,
hydrating brittle bones.
My spine rejoices
as bitterness runs
over the sands of time,
drowning the past.
My closed eyes open -
the right, the left,
the one in the middle.
I see the veil once again
taunting me to embrace fate.
Brittle Bones © 2025 Rena Aliston. All rights reserved.
Brittle Bones is a poem from my forthcoming book, The Blue Hour: The Hourglass Collection Book 4, which will be released on February 23, 2026.