Six of Swords (Reversed)
bones
by Jameson Alea
i have eaten the dust of my own bones,
traversed the turbulent waters of being
a boy lost in the fog of her own confusion,
a newspaper correction notice,
a medical oddity;
i have slipped through an IV drip and woken up screaming
i have brandished my swords only at myself,
re-written my past with a wildean flair,
seen my future with the help of a wing’d god
and the waters roil there but my boat is still;
my river is realer to me than the world is
and i would rather be real than safe
i have kept only the pieces of me made of air,
chafed at a life confined to the cards i had been given,
embraced the act of rebellion of my whole existence,
guided myself down the river Styx
and now that i’m finished, i will watch over you
as you grind your own bones into dust
Jameson Alea (they/he) is an adventurer from Buffalo, NY who wishes they were immortal so they’d have time to visit every coffee shop in the world.