Skeletons

Drama, mama, attention seeker

look at me, look at me

skeletons tucked in dark closets

But don't see, don't see

Lips pursed in pious indignation
spitting out bile; vile tongue
tipped with poisoned barbs
deflecting, reflecting fear

Will they know? will they see?

Deep dark recesses,
cancerous pores, point the fingers, point the fingers

There look!
But not at me, not at me

A golden child chased through
the night, words ripping, tearing
with razored teeth, struggling,
falling, brought to her knees

See her, feel her, hear her pleas

Piercing eyes staring,

glaring in righteous wrath while

drama, mama, attention seeker

sly eyes slit in joyous glee shrieks

“Take the girl down,
watch her burn,

but don't see me,
don't see me.”

A closet opened stealthily

small child cries helplessly as

Drama, mama, attention seeker

Grasping fingers reaching out
whispers into the dark

come to me

alicia winski apr 2007/2011

dedicated to gg and all her skeletons