skeletal juxtaposition

i have some skeletons in my closet
that come out to play and prod, to

rehearse those old wounds
that gave them away to the cobwebs, to

sing lullabies into my bruised ears
when momma says i’m a failed abortion, to

kiss the jaundiced soles of my feet
so i may learn to run, jump again, to

read bedtime stories to me
under the dying light of the moon, to

tickle a laugh out of my miniature lungs
when alcohol turns into rage and blood, to

teach me to tumble, fall, roll, cackle, gallivant,
get back up when life, love, turns to ashes, dust, to

drag me to the closet, laughing yet kicking,
hooting yet screaming, where day never breaks,
where i may finally live with desiccated, emaciated
Written by newfangledpoet
Author's Note
This was my attempt at subverting the expectations of the cliché of having skeletons in your closet.
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