Skeletons

My cereal bowl holds stale lucky charms and

Milk white atrocities

Bathing away the cobwebs

Of spiders better left alone

 

I put my bowl in the sink

 

The entryway is dusted with

Forever unfamiliar faces

Someone else is walking a mile in my shoes

 

I decide to go barefoot

 

My purse hides fossils

Found along the way

 

I put them with the others on my closet.

 

My bones rattle in reunion.

 

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