Collecting data on my skeletons
while an overcrowded graveyard
rots in your closet
is interesting audacity
Pungent bones twitching with tea
piping hot
ghost-pepper spicy
leaking scandal from their joints
playing Twister in pitch black
plea-pounding against the door
aching to relieve themselves
to betray you
in the most satisfying way
tell the world their names
which book of secrets
they come from
how many chapters
it took for you
to finish doing your dirt
how many characters' spirits
you killed off in the end
all the lives you lost
in the flesh
relationships you T-boned
with crash-outs
inoperable love
splayed in the streets
covered bodies carted off
with the forgiveness
you were suddenly starved for
but would never be nourished by
So you wither
while your closet rumbles
goes bump in the night
during jittery sleep
skeleton prom in session
dancing around the subject
of your sinning
like you do when you're awake
Sweetheart...
my collection
and your collection
ain't the same
My site is small
properly tended
my past rests peacefully
You might wanna
spend more time
making sure what you did
in the dark
doesn't come to light
cuz while you're distracted
by my crimes
the worst one of yours
finally got loose
and is proudly waiting
in the Netflix documentary chair
©2026 Charlene E. Green
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