Open Casket

Eyes meet
Strangers in a bedroom now
Furtive looks away
Trying to conceal the embarrassed
I normally don’t do this
They lie politely
Taking turns reaching into the other
Looking for a piece of themselves
They cannot possibly recognize
Too young to be properly alive
Vows they gave to an idea
Are the closet corpses
Stinking up the linens

Give Sharkey a piece of your mind.

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