I promise when I fall asleep
The clothes in my closet bicker.
I can imagine the top I were most often
Boast that it’s my favorite
And the dress I wear for occasions
Interject that it’s the most special.
I can hear my sweat tops shoot back
That they’re the most athletic
And I can imagine my black funeral dress
Shrink to the back, wishing to be discarded.
I can hear my shoes start to shuffle and take sides
Flats with my favorite, heals with my dress and sneakers with my sweat tops.
I promise when I sleep they argue and bicker
Who's oldest, who's prettiest and who deserves to be in this closet.
I promise, because today I woke up
Saw hangers swinging and looked down to find the fallen...
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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Comments (6)
love your write ups
Truly Amazing!
So creative once again! Good going!
Never though of that, but now I am creeped out.
The good old closet. Creepy! Creepy!
It's the closet gremlins at our house. Great entry, T!