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I walk through dark closets,
feeling for white bones.
my hands find slender death throes
and hide softened tears beneath the cloaks.
I dust paper skeletons
and hang them in solemn moth eaten coats
keep them safey wrapped in shadows
between lullabies and dust motes,
like cursed angels
too terrible to speak of.
I lock them away inside, somewhere deep
and swallow the key.
my soul reverberates and fragments inside me
whispering empty words into the blackness.
hollow gospels fill the space with the echoes of memory
with each fall,
I drown in secrets and ghosts
feeling for white bones.
my hands find slender death throes
and hide softened tears beneath the cloaks.
I dust paper skeletons
and hang them in solemn moth eaten coats
keep them safey wrapped in shadows
between lullabies and dust motes,
like cursed angels
too terrible to speak of.
I lock them away inside, somewhere deep
and swallow the key.
my soul reverberates and fragments inside me
whispering empty words into the blackness.
hollow gospels fill the space with the echoes of memory
with each fall,
I drown in secrets and ghosts
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"I walk through dark closets,
feeling for white bones.'' < skeletons in the closet! Clever
"my hands find slender death throes
and hide softened tears beneath the cloaks." < I think of a hooded skeleton, the classic interpretation of Death
"I lock them away inside, somewhere deep
and swallow the key.
my soul reverberates and fragments inside me" < a nice smooth transition from a calm tone to increasing distress
"hollow gospels fill the space with the echoes of memory" < Intentional or not, I like your imagery here. The lines prior to this indicate a small, claustrophobic space where the narrator tries to fit memories in, and when you say 'hollow gospels', it makes me think of choirs screaming in huge church halls. It's like everything's exposed and there's nowhere for the narrator to hide.
feeling for white bones.'' < skeletons in the closet! Clever
"my hands find slender death throes
and hide softened tears beneath the cloaks." < I think of a hooded skeleton, the classic interpretation of Death
"I lock them away inside, somewhere deep
and swallow the key.
my soul reverberates and fragments inside me" < a nice smooth transition from a calm tone to increasing distress
"hollow gospels fill the space with the echoes of memory" < Intentional or not, I like your imagery here. The lines prior to this indicate a small, claustrophobic space where the narrator tries to fit memories in, and when you say 'hollow gospels', it makes me think of choirs screaming in huge church halls. It's like everything's exposed and there's nowhere for the narrator to hide.