Cheekbones That Could Cut My Wrists

In our backyard, there’s a giant skull

It’s full of rocks and sand, so dull

Mom told us not to climb it

It’s a risk to fall into the eye’s pit

But I’m stubborn, and crawl on the cheekbones

And start throwing off stones

Mom caught me and threw some more

Mom help me, how do I jump down to the floor??!

Spinal Owl