Wardrobe-skeletons

The perils of wardrobe-skeletons
holding keys to abandoned souls.
And hearts covered with lesions-
rattling in self-confining ASBOs.

Be a self-abuse shadowy iceberg?
That prohibits all-natural warmth.
Whatever germinates into a stillbirth?
A trust, that's eventually abhorred.

Healing can only come from within
absolving it doesn't arrive easily
neither does the strength to forgive
who wants to act - reasonably?

It's skeletons that should suffer-
an eternity to loiter - unloved,
locked in their airless; lifeless, coffins
conduit ice flows, bumping abrupt.