inconsistent drabble.

The ribcage sailors came out one day.
There were bubbles in my concave chest
Swelling inside the cavity, expanding like bubble gum
Growing so thin and vast that they could not be contained.
My ribcage burst open and what was inside was available to see.
The fragile self which digs into our bones like a microscopic insect
Seeped out of its pores and disintegrated the tissue.

Ribcage sailors emerged, tired and cold and sick.
Little skeletal creatures with empty eyes and no compassion
No desire to understand, no need to find a belief.
Ignorant and unmanageable.
I gave them a home within my skull
These lost, misguided creatures.