When we removed all the doors
from our closets, and decided
to bury the bones in the garden
I don't think we took into account
how deep
we'd have to dig down.
Yesterday, I tripped
over his femur, felt guilty,
dirty, and slightly wounded, but
other than that,
okay.
~
Author notes
Prompt:
"Usually, when the truth sets you free it breaks someone else apart." -Mercy
A contest entry
- The Truth, The Whole Truth, Nothing but the Truth by Randomly Beautiful.
1750 points, ended November 24, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critiques not only welcomed, but encouraged.
Comments
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This is a wonderful take on skeletons in the closet. I must say I can relate to this one. How often do we find new places to bury our secrets and it seems that the they still find us on everyday occasions, making us trip over normalcy. Wonderful write, well deserving of gold
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This piece is amazing to say the least.
When we removed all the doors
from our closets, and decided
to bury the bones in the garden
Removing doors means we have decided to tell the truth, to release the skeletons, and try somehow to bury the consequences in something pretty. Just my take, I guess.
I don't think we took into account
how deep
we'd have to dig down.
This made me feel like whatever those secrets (Skeletons) were they were deeply wounding to the one hearing them. Moreso than the keeper of the secrets who is okay in the end.
In any case, thank you for entering it into my contest. It was a pleasure to find here.
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This poem, I dig it. From the skeletons in the closet to the lovely bones in the garden. - The Manatee
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and here i was thinking you tripped over his humerus.
ok, that wasn't funny...
seems you needed a trash compactor, but it looks like other than some slight wounding, the hatchet was buried along with the bones.
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what kind of pick axe and shovel have you been moving earth with? I like the slightly irreputable incision in the first sentence. I always like it when my skin vents without recognition, or when the pumice stones start falling from heaven's twisted mouth.
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we can laugh at ourselves, we simply must, i mean after all we all have these moments, when something that should never be funny, has us holding our sides...very well done, the amazingly fresh insights you bring, so delightful...PK
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guess the pain was not so lasting...but the slight smile you left me with... is
how you can muster your muse always amazes me...
you'd think id get use to it though...but no
mally
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you write about things no one else does. Things I didn't even know I was thinking about. Brilliant, you know.
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A good burning takes care of a lot of sins!
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Oh my! The depth! The depth! Sometimes when we start digging... Best be prepared with several shovels. LOL I loved this! The best to you in the contest.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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Very good writing.
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Jeepers. Remind me to never piss you off. 
Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
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oh, wow...this is awesome!! lol...just perfectly humorous
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ohwhy does this bring such a big smile to my face? Is that horrible?
probably, but I dont care.
Love this,
jin
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I was smiling as I wrote this, so if you're horrible so am I. hehehe
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