Emotions on Picture

Closet doors locked tight keeping the hanging skeletons secure, fires burning through the bones, lifting the red curtain to reveal a humble show.

Sweeping the stage broom in hand, cluttered mess for the tides will rise filling the seats. Digging deep into the mind, finding memories to define the lines. Packed into these bread box slices, hearing the voices mutter I wonder if it will be worth the prices.

Life spent writing this, opened now to the truth within let the show begin.