Thursday, April 7, 2011

Skeletons

(copyright 2010)



The words all fell down
Escaped from my broken lips
Hungry and wanting

Bones piled up high
In heaps inside the closet
Secrets so tainted

Lies, all watered down
Twitching like fish on pavement
Screaming in the heat

"SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR!"
I can never let them out
Secrets to the grave


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