Caged by Ribcage
Mausoleum of old self.
Floor full of dead hair and dusty memories.
Ribcages stay forever and remember.
Every waking hour.
Unlike your life's traitors.
Ribs will never die and decompose on you.
Protection, withdraw self-dignity.
Nerves and vitals secure.
All vitals, not just fleshy guts.
When not a single soul can know.
Caged by ribcage.
It's your temple.
I love my ribs,
and scratching underneath them.
But doing it at the dinner table,
makes the guests squeak.