Skeleton Wardrobes
It was in a lonely room the shadows turned blue,
asphyxiating their despair
slowly turning black
and melting away into the night moist.
When the closet shuttered,
the skeletons started coming to life again
and now they’re outside,
dancing on the back deck
advertising my wardrobe of secrets.
It’s a good thing no one is watching,
or they’d see the price of the eve
and how these secrets of mine
have caused so much grief,
the reasons there are faded scars
beneath my sleeve.
When it all comes back to me
I still long for that bittersweet relief.
Instead it’s self-deprivation,
as I wait for the skeletons to stop dancing
and go back to their graves
in the darker recesses
where I hope they will remain
for all eternity.
But they’ll be back eventually.
