Skeletons & Friends

The Bacon Cat Legging Society

By Ellie HoovsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Sitting in my closet

trying to befriend the skeletons

but they're too busy laughing with my ghosts.

The ghosts are jumping on the bed,

as the shoulda coulda woulda shadows dance,

my reflection in the mirror says "you're better off alone"

I've never shown my bones

I've never bared my soul

If I look myself in the eye

will I be more than stone?

This life has made me hard

my tongue cracks like a whip

Should I stay here in my closet

and let the skeletons and ghosts tuck me in?

Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.

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