In the Closet

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Rattle, creak and groan –

Season’s changing of the guard

Reveals skeletons

The Closet

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She smiles,

a slow, careful smile

that curdles on top like bad milk,

a skin freezing in increments over troubled

waters.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says

to the accompaniment of the skeletons doing a jig in her coat closet.