Gold and Silverfish

mmhmm, tis awesome. once again, bunch of crap in my head, and a nod to some Relient K lyrics and two lines from another poem, The Seeing Place. Woop ^^!

digging up the bones like an
archaeologist
the bones in my closet
give way to dust mites
and I cough because the air stings
and fall into the floorboards
that collapse and break beneath me
maybe I'm under a spell
of containing a whirlwind tornado in my mind
hard to see between the mothballs
and the silverfish that lurk
gold never satisfies
the aching heart and soul