Skeleton Key

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Lets the boy think he can break her, like he

broke her once before, hopes to again.

It's an addiction, seems to fix them

both, awhile, till one starts itching

and the other- 'cause it's catching- gets

to scratching.


Need claws through them. Wants to get in

under, somewhere warm, and dark

and deep, unreachable without committing

parts to losing. What they'll keep


is hidden. Locked. Hearts in coffins

built too small to hold

such tiny, tiny, heavy bones. Memories a cage

of ribs, picked clean. The holy skeletons

of dreams- purchased for a song,

sold for a soul.


Within, they wait.


Within, they glow.



Created: Apr 06, 2012


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