There are skeletons in my cupboard....
Of ghosts from the past...
Of spirits long gone away....
They left their remains behind....
I guess am the Bone collector....
The very thought sends a chill up my spine....
Thoughts of the souls returning to spite me.
Yes, there are skeletons in my closet.
They left not just like that...
They took a piece of me with them....
All they left behind are .....
The skeletal remains of a naive and good woman.
They robbed me of my jewels...
A novelty not found anywhere..
The vanity of a woman....
The dignity of a lady....
They robbed me of my soul...
And all that was left behind were the bones.....
Bones of discontent...
A closet filled with the stench of rotting flesh....
A cupboard full of cluttered remains....
Of a mind scared and at wits end.
The skeletons in my cupboard...
Make a lot of noise....
They make me go bonkers....
The thoughts are a mess....
All jumbled and a puzzle....
Am not good at solving puzzles...
So I trash them all.....
The hollow eye pits....
The gaping jaws.....
The bony and cold feel....
The skull makes me jump...
A cackled laugh in the foreground....
An ashen face flashes past....
I wake up shivering and with a cold sweat....
It's just a nightmare.....
Of days to come.
The day I shall open...
The cupboard wide ajar...
I know the skeletons will come...
Tumbling out and strewn apart.
Then what will you say.....
Then where will you look....
Will you still stay.....
With all the mess around me?
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