Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2011
I locked you in my closet,
And put your memories under my bed.

But now,
the flesh has fallen
and you are the skeleton in my closet
and beneath my bedframe,
your memories have spawned
a monster.
September
Written by
September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
647
   --- and Done
Please log in to view and add comments on poems