The Closet

Wed, 01/15/2020 - 17:31 -- 794732

my hands and feet could touch either sides of the walls now

so i bent my knees and elbows

i twisted and turned on the cold floor

body struggling to find a comfortable spot

face hidden by the shadows

a shimmer of light caught my eye 

and i turned to see a crack in the door

i crouched down to examine it closely 

but it darted away from me 

like the initiation of a game of tag 

like the temptation of the devil

although i felt horns piercing into my skin 

begging me to sstay 

and the coat hangers holding me hostage

i slowly rose, pushing myself and the sliding door out

i expected to see hellfire and blazes and brimstone 

but was greeted by rays of light: bright red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

-Christine Tran

This poem is about: 
Me

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