Skeletons In the Attic

Flicker-light, attic breathes

Shadows stretch with hidden needs

Bones awake, the silence bends

Something stirs that never ends

I used to rush toward every flame

Mistook the chaos for a name

Skeletons laughed from cornered beams

I followed whispers, half-asleep

Floorboards hum beneath my feet

The house expands with every beat

I draw the line, I claim my ground

I don’t get lost when walls spin around

Skeletons dance, the attic grows

I keep my flame — I choose what I know

Ceiling lifts, the room unfolds

Paint peels back what fear once told

The aura pulls, a siren grin

But I don’t need to let her in

Every step I take is mine

Awareness sharpens every sign

I draw the line, I claim my ground

I don’t drown when the lights go out

Rafters rise, the shadows play

I feel the pull — I don’t obey

The attic stretches, wide and tall

But I don’t press against the walls

Animated bones, a tempting scene

I see it clear — I stay between

There’s power in a steady stance

In not mistaking pull for chance

The room grows loud, the night ignites

But I don’t trade myself for bites

I draw the line, I claim my ground

I don’t bend just to keep you around

Skeletons spin, the siren glows

I guard my heart — I let it close

I draw the line, I stand intact

I don’t collapse when shadows act

The attic fades, I stay the same

I leave with power, not with shame