“The Story Bones”
The anthropologist carefully spreads the bones on the clean parchment paper. His assistant dutifully records his detailed notes and precise measurements. Such a wonderful find! He will draw such accurate conclusions that this time that he will surely be written up in a major journal. All of her secrets laid bare.
My bones are bleached clean and white with the passage of time. You’re so sure that you know me? A wound severe that endures through the ages. What about the ones that don’t show? My spirit broken, my heart leaden with regret. You only think that you know me.