Closet
by KATRYNA ARSENEAU
Just give me back my closet.
I need the 4X4.
I feel so safe
within this place…
“my dungeon with a door.”
And still I want the darkness
the crack is all I need.
For times when I feel strong enough
I allow myself to see.
Break open just a little
and look into my room
I see a different side of life…
from a closet point of view.
It sounds so wrong to say it,
but still I must confirm.
My closet is my dwelling place…
My room is where I burn.