Varieties of meat all have different kinds of bones.
Bones that mix together to bring one functioning harmony.
The beautiful sound of bones snapping together makes one happy.
Our happiness in our pack of bones fills me with joy and smiles.
However my smiles vanish at night when the shadows covers my meat juices running down my skull.
I scream in thoughts when my bones feels like it's breaking.
I twist into dust when I think of our bones losing its connection...
When it is day, I feel the joy of placing skin over my bones.
I smile and smile,
enjoying our connecting bones when we chat and laugh all together to make a snap.
And then one day I found our bones break and crumble.
Trembling within my ribs is this beating meat.
My sore bones ache and my skin fell off when I saw all my fellow bones dance together without me...
And thus without the bone in place,
our connecting bones failed to function a system of friendship.
Our bodies died and washed away within my meat juice running down my skull.
My poor bones and poor meat were ripped apart by the connecting bonds of bones.