The Bone Pickers

Bone PickersI wish light and love were the two things we could always see in people, but unfortunately this is just not the case. Some people allow darkness to consume them and in turn try to punish and torture others. When I wrote this particular piece, I was experiencing such individuals. I hope you do not have to experience such individuals, but if you do, just remember we do need to cry for these people. When we cry for them this also means we pray for them and love them. Have mercy on these dark souls that they may experience the love of others and of themselves.

The Bone Pickers

You have met them.

You know them.

Bone by bone.

Flesh by flesh.

They pick you apart.

They pick, pick, pick.


Carnivorous animals just get it over with.

They come in, ravage, and it is done.

But the bone pickers take their time.

They rip each piece of flesh from the bone.

They scratch away at the soul.


Sometimes we wonder if they know what they are doing.

One tries to see their innocence.

But with each gnaw and claw,

Their true nature comes through.


They dig into your spirit with their sharp teeth.

They pull muscle and tendon apart,

Until human parts fall from the bones.

Then your bones hit and rub against each other.

This makes the pain and hurt unmanageable.


You know their hurt is deep.

They cannot face their own reality they have created.

They must fulfill their inner self with the pain of others.

You pray for them.

You try to appease them,

But they see this as weakness.

They cut you deeper and deeper.


A day comes when their own teeth turn on them.

The day can be days from now

Or it can take years,

But it does come.

Their teeth chew within themselves.


When the turnaround comes about,

They will meet their actions.

The hurt and the pain for them will be so great they will beg to die.

But death will not come for them.

They will suffer by their own gnawing.

This will also destroy those they claim to love.


Their bones will be pierced and pierced, over and over.

Not one cut,

But many cuts.

Flesh will be stripped from their strong frames.

Their own eating will consume the structure on which they stand.


Their victims will not celebrate,

But rather have pity for them.

Because they know the bone pickers cannot love themselves.

Much less love any other human.

God and the victims cry for the bone pickers.

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

 Thank you for reading my blog this week. Please keep in mind there is always hope for individuals I have described. Hope that love will consume them and win back their hearts.

Hope is also there for those of us dealing with these individuals. We can demonstrate to them true love. Thanks again for being with me this week.









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