Photo by Ekaterina Kuznetsova on Unsplash
Chasing ghosts from the darkness
into the bright light, of the day
Skeletons in the closet
with nothing good, left to say
What happened in Vegas
will soon be on the front page
Secrets are fruitless
people will say what they say
If its dirt, they white glove it
Mr clean’s on the way
If it’s yours they will covet
your secret secretly pays
The only way to save face
is to simply behave
There are prices to pay
for the games that you play
So dress that skeleton up
take it out for some dinner
Or look the other way
and be run through the ringer
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (3)
Loved this. (Loved the dusty one as well, btw.) When I saw the picture, all I could think was, "Won't you be my neighbor?" I wonder what skeletons Mr. Rogers had in his closet (or if he was completely solicitous in taking them out & making them public).
Take the skeleton 💀 out for Dinner 😆👍❤️💯😍Great piece❗
Magnificent slam poem!!! Loved it, Kelli!!!❤️❤️💕