Suspended by eyelets, over delicate violets,
in the coat closet above my grave.
The marionette, of skeletons wrist,
layer together like clothes neatly hanging.
We divide up our lives, into green, pinks, and whites,
like my sixth grade best friends wardrobe hung.
But the guilt below our silk, displace dirt as earth spills,
keeps us nailed to pineboxes we dug.
Skeletons in our closet
While the parade of tendons follow bones.
Muscles drag our bodies, while our loved ones place our grave stones
The doors shut but we are digging
Our way out of this dirt
Clenching our ribs our femurs out hips
This basement emotions mirth
Collapse, dig down below the cave bottom trove
Of eyelids hung open starring at our motion while we try to gather our home
We put together skin to make us look better we staple our eyes opened up
Tie our veins back in to our circulation, inervate our brains to our thumbs
Piecing together after death has weathered our body's to frail specks of ****
The vultures can eat us but put back the pieces scab ourselves back together with dust
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
Suspended by eyelets, over delicate violets,
in the coat closet above my grave.
The marionette, of skeletons wrist,
layer together like clothes neatly hanging.
We divide up our lives, into green, pinks, and whites,
like my sixth grade best friends wardrobe hung.
But the guilt below our silk, displace dirt as earth spills,
keeps us nailed to pineboxes we dug.
Skeletons in our closet
While the parade of tendons follow bones.
Muscles drag our bodies, while our loved ones place our grave stones
The doors shut but we are digging
Our way out of this dirt
Clenching our ribs our femurs out hips
This basement emotions mirth
Collapse, dig down below the cave bottom trove
Of eyelids hung open starring at our motion while we try to gather our home
We put together skin to make us look better we staple our eyes opened up
Tie our veins back in to our circulation, inervate our brains to our thumbs
Piecing together after death has weathered our body's to frail specks of ****
The vultures can eat us but put back the pieces scab ourselves back together with dust
Skeletons in your closet.
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