closet
i never got why they called it “the closet”
like my soul’s down there with the heels
in these reticent chains i pay my debt
and the jeans don’t know how it feels.
instead i will call it “the cage”
my prison of eighteen years
these walls are smeared with guilt and rage
misery steeped in tears.
and i have lived here in this cell
caked in lies and fear
fucking smothered in this hell-
I WILL NOT DIE HERE.
no
i
will
not
die
here.
by Anonymous