the skeletons in my closet keep laughing at me.
their crooked mouths falling open, shaking gleefully.
gravity pressing down on me, pushing me further.
this collective emptiness taunts me evermore.
pen to paper, it's been quite a while, my dear.
these days known as in-between grow longer.
until all i can see are letters floating around me.
forming words and sentences i couldn't bring myself to say.
perhaps it's for the best, as i choke down regret.
and you dance into the sunlight of your life.
