i hide in the shadows
then, now, forever
creeping around looking
for salvation,
a single moment, a chance encounter
something more
than a solitary hollow point
sitting a shelf
there’s no light
in here
no air
in here
dust swirls with
every misstep
in a closet filled
with old bones
and forgotten
tennis shoes
i am alone
in here
no one to translate
in here
when the closet door
cracks open
all i hear are voices
of derision
laughter
hatred
here in my shadows
my closet
i find safety, security
but i long to breathe
in way i have always
dreamt
