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| photo credit: sadie klein 2017 | spirit bottles |
inside every house is a closet with a skeleton
and every skeleton has a secret to tell
folks say dead men tell no tales
but i know dead men speak in facts; absolutes
just a whisper of truth across those old bones can bring new life to things best left in limbo
what happens to a promise when you seal it with a kiss
where there are no lips, there can be no sweetness or smiles
secrets just fall out like rain on a roof
stories of life when told by death sound like hissing through teeth
it is never a matter of if; but of when those old bones will start to rattle
and i am always unprepared
no, these old bottles aren't meant to catch any souls
aren't meant to frighten away any spirits
won't fight any evil
how could they when everything i fear is in a closet down the hall
but they look so beautiful hanging there
