Skeletons full of pulsating blood
River filled veins streaming into muscles
The beating of hearts, each a ticking time bomb sitting on their chest
Buried
Alive
In my closet
Lions built it just for me
No trespassing
Enter at your own risk
The risk of bones being broken
It is treacherous work to do alone
How many of these bones can I fit into this space full of old rusty doorknobs and dust?
I break them
Eventually
Carefully
With a Hand Saw
Delicately placed on top of fine wood
It’s time I give the keys to my dearest
Only so we can build the closet bigger
We saw the bones to make a museum for all
No entrance fee included
Awe bound to to the white casted walls embarking in silence that expands into noise
Not to be fooled with the bloody, ticking time bomb
Skeletons sit upright
Poised
Sat up against shelves and stools
Amused
