Twenty, soon approaching twenty-one years, Amanda Marker descended into the rabbit hole. The painful past is receding as the bright lights of the future illuminate. This young, aspiring author flourishes in a world of music, spiritual knowledge, and inquisitive bouts of philosophical ventures. Amanda has a whole wide world to share with the outside one. Riddled Love Bones is only the beginning. Visit her website.
Riddled Love Bones
By Amanda Marker
Rattle-rattle.
Dancing on the cartilage.
Strumming on the ribs.
Exhaling on the skin.
Shake-shake.
Quivering of the heart.
Fluttering of the belly.
Clenching of the fists.
Twist-twist.
Quaking of nerves.
Jumbling of thoughts.
Failure of neurons.
Creak-creak.
Invasion of the body.
Infiltration of the mind.
Intrusion of the heart.
A bug called love has made its home.
I’m nothing but its willing host.
