if my bones could cry, all 206 of them were sobbing 

thinking about a recent day where i was having a really hard time  ,    it felt like if my bones could cry        all 206 of them were sobbing 

and when prompted to softly lay my hand palm-down on my chest

i felt it almost immediately 

it felt like some of the sobs had shifted and localized themselves in my chest, under my palm

with my eyes closed i saw and felt a slow, excruciating secretion 

          visited by visions of a saturated murky green emerging from a dark, sharp, wet grey rock formation 

my entire body seized by whatever was moving through it - only knowing it felt as though it outsized my what now felt like small human frame - i writhed in discomfort as my skin grew hot, sweating profusely through my shirt in an air conditioned room.