The skeletons keep tumbling
Out of the closets
At an alarming pace
Assumed to be buried deep
Under the guise of times bygone
Suppressed to the confines of the wall
Unknown to the world
With wounds still bleeding
That cut through deep, and how
Putting death to shame
To die a thousand deaths, every day
On the pretext of living
How unfortunate then,
The ignominy to see them as ghosts of the past hat never was
Out of the closets
At an alarming pace
Assumed to be buried deep
Under the guise of times bygone
Suppressed to the confines of the wall
Unknown to the world
With wounds still bleeding
That cut through deep, and how
Putting death to shame
To die a thousand deaths, every day
On the pretext of living
How unfortunate then,
The ignominy to see them as ghosts of the past hat never was
(My attempt to capture the plight of women who have experienced a #metoo )
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