Osteological

You’re dead to me,
so I’ll bury you deep within my mind.
And when your shallow personality has
melted
and your judgmental face has decayed,
I will retrieve you.
I’d carefully remove you, as to not upset
your fragile temper.
No tongue to protest with, but I’ll drown
your loud thoughts in cold water.
I could never caress your skin with gentle
admiration
but I’ll settle for scrubbing your bones with
hate.
And when i’ve cleaned your skeleton
of your mistakes, I’ll articulate you however
I choose.
On the shelf you go, glued to the board.
Now you can watch me live my life.