Matching Skeletons (Micro-Fiction)

A skeleton in the closet, don’t we all? It hangs from a rail hands tied and bound, teeth snapping when I enter, feet kicking. The Skelton is evil and I treat it as such preferring to never see it but on occasion having to go in for clothes.
Yes, we all have skeletons in our closet, the only difference is mine has skin, a matching gold ring and a name.

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