Existence

zygomatic bones

Heloise Krystene Sindol

I am a skeleton in my closet. When I come out, will you accept me?

NO. There are many questions kept hidden in my head that are still unanswered. Could it be yes? Uhmmm, maybe? Most of the time, I think it is a no. A slapping, NO! For countless years, I've hidden in this dark and messy closet. There are many pieces of cloth, long and thick threads in different colors, two needles pierced in a pincushion, and even buttons, gemstones, and beads. To tell you honestly, there are times when I sew, I get pricked on my phalanges because the only light source I have is from these tiny holes. And that's how a lot of needles got broken. One needle pricked my scaphoid bone once. I don't know how I sew up there.

I was able to sew hats to cover my skull and long-sleeve shirts that hide the skeletal system of my body and a skirt that is two times longer than my femur. I tried getting those for me to be able to get out confidently. However, I realized that my facial bones are still too evident. They all might get scared of me. Worse, get confused about my existence. I was also able to create a massive blanket because there are nights that my bones get numb from the cold breeze blowing through the small opening of the closet's door. Aha! That's

metacarpal

phalanges femur

it! Why don't I sew a tight and thick covering for my body? What do they call them? Oh, skin. What color is it? Do they have green skin? I've seen it from the one who walked past by my closet and seemed to vomit. I have no idea why that creature did that. Probably, it spotted me. But I've also seen red from that fleshy guy who violently kicked my closet. It was that time that I banged my skull for no reason - and I still have no clear idea why I did that. Wait, there was also blue! I saw it from that little creature who magically had waters flowing in her eyes.

I remembered it clearly as it was the moment when my favorite button fell from my metacarpals and rolled over outside. Although, just yesterday, there's this blinding yellow light that shined through the holes of my closet the moment I finished working on the gloves for my phalanges. When I looked outside, it was the skin color of a guy whose zygomatic bone was lifted high. Oops, I didn't mean to rhyme that! What should I choose then? There are just many colors to pick from what I have seen. However, I am not sure what would best fit me. Should I go with orange? Purple? White? Black? Brown? What if I'll combine them all? I guess it would be worthwhile. It would make me feel worthy and memorable.

So now I'm organizing the materials I will use. While I am sewing, I guess I can share with you some facts about me. I seldom do this unless to avoid boredom. Do not worry because this won't take long as I am already used to doing this. Besides sewing, I am deeply into the arts, specifically in singing, dancing, and creative writing. Ohh, mind you, I have already done my left leg skin with this mix of brown and green fabrics. I told you I am fast. Going back, where did I stop? Ahh, yes, my passions. Currently, I am hooked with this song I heard once. The lyrics are composed of "I don't know," "I see," "secret," "pretend," and "reflection." Those were the only words I was able to grasp. Although I can hum it distinctly, you surely cannot know it by just the "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm," right? It is such a great song that captured my whole skeletal system.

Ohh! I think I indulge too much in talking that I have realized that I am half-finished. My hands are a combination of orange, blue, and yellow, added with a hint of black. My body is in red with a touch of some gold and white. For my skull, I will do a purple and gray. I can already feel the warmth and acceptance in just a few more sewing and embellishments for my facial features. And into the hoop and loop, tie, and cut. Alas! I made my masterpiece! The wait is over, people.

I am a skeleton in the closet. Now that I am opening these doors, will you accept me?

In a blink of an eye, the doors were open wide. Covered in thick, colorful, and selfmade skin, she stepped out. "Who are you?" it was a resounding question that welcomed her.

“Why are you all... skeletons?”