The Small Claim Of Bones

What my body knows is not a lie its not a lie I tell you its not it's nothing short of truth and nothing larger my past lodges in my marrow and if I wanted a transplant there'd be no match others sorrows dwarf my petty traumas still these bones are mine when they creak when they moan when they whine theres only one thing I can claim these bones are mine I tell you they are mine and kind to abandon no thing that makes this pulse no one but me.