my suitcase is always packed
yet i go nowhere
the key i hold
lock away many
hidden

only for long
before it shows
skin and bone
i'll tell you what
you want to hear
and not.

i know all
17 signs
of pantomime.

how do you think
i look in
the mirror?

i carry these skeletons
in my closet
and they've
consumed me.

bones
and no
bones
and no
watch me and burn.

the gumption to be who you are (not).