Skeleton Closet

Goodbye

skeletal hands gripping my neck

pinning me high against the wall

restricting saliva and oxygen

from passing in tandem

each quavering gulp

held tight at the entry point

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If ever I started to slip

a firm squeeze kept me dazed

with every vibrant emission of light

a flash of darkness dimmed my rays

every time I tried to run

I found myself

back in calcified chains

day after day

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Goodbye

razor-sharp claws

clutching at my feet

slicing at my back

as I hurriedly abscond in a

fit of blind, silent terror

shredded cloth

streaming in the breeze

like the majestic fringe of

a formal flag on a hot summer's day

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I’ve cut your line

I’m flying away

Even if I crash

you can’t keep me

I’m not a toy

you can play with

and break

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Goodbye

buried sins

rising like the sun

behind the mountains

glorious curling corona

blasts me from all around

painting the trees

I'll bask in the

all-encompassing light

pale skin crisping

until I can perceive again

K.B. Silver

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This piece is about the long-lasting, destructive effects of narcissistic abuse. You can get away and seek help through therapy, but there will always be reminders of the life you lived before.