Answer:
I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I am the home for feathery animals.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.