His bones rattle around whenever you rummage around for clothing in the morning.
Somedays he even ventures outside, and follows you around, hanging around your shoulder in an invisible aura.
They always know, even if they can't see his old bones, or his skull sitting above your shoulder.
You throw them off the trail with a fake smile, thinking happy thoughts, saying pleasant words, and laughing in spite His ivory mask, hovering around your brain in orbit.
Somedays he keeps to himself, intent to sit and ponder what horrid, wretched things one such as that does.
One or two of your close friends may one day open your closet by accident, and see the distasteful thing rattling around in there.
They will ask questions.
They will know the truth.
They will move on, and never have to deal with the thing again.
It will still be there with you, chattering His broken teeth and clacking His terrible hands.
Somedays he will be malicious, and keep you within his grasp so you feel suffocated.
He will not relent.
You will grow up. Eventually, and you will move on. You will have a life beyond your old dusty companion, but he will not go away.
You will be old, and you will be on your deathbed, and he will be there with you.
He will lie down, as you tell someone your terrible secret.
Then, you will die, and He will move on with you, content with knowing that His only companion has been darkness and secrecy.
Until now. |
Submission Name: The Skeleton in the Closet
