There are skeletons in my closet.
Teeth chattering memories that haunt me, their bones clacking like the cicadas did that summer.
I don't go in my closet anymore. I don't want to face them.
To face them is to accept the reality that you are no longer a part of.
I would rather walk in dreams, a conscious made of cotton candy clouds that evaporate on my dry tongue than swallow the bitter truth that you left me.
You promised you'd never leave sealed that promise in a whisper and engraved that whisper on my heart, in the hands that you held when you took this child body with you on adventures.
It was on an adventure this child body could do nothing when you faced the monster. You saved me and went back to finish the beast but it was too angry then, swallowing you beneath it's inky black waves and dragging you across it's granite teeth, until your blood floated on its surface and the flesh and bone that had been my big brother, sank to it's bottomless stomach.
The beast never spat you out. Even when mother's screams caused ripples on it's surface and father 's salty tears mixed with it's freshwater blood, it kept you hidden, and you remain hidden till this day.
Till this day brother I can no longer go on adventures. I am still scared of the beast. The beast that was so strong it made you break your promise, to never leave. #poetry #excerpt