The Things in the Closet
Clutter. My skeletons make for nothing but clutter. I have so many skeletons in my closet, that you might mistake it for a cemetery. The bones buried there are generally hard, and I have touched each one individually, fingered each one languidly. There is no flesh to be found in this fantasy, so sorry Mr. Idol. I have been a slave, a pristine daughter, a virgin and a goddess. I have played a bitch, the four legged variety, and howled on command. I have been a cheerleader in bed,...