closets

yellow dresses; some tattered, some altered, some still with tags

fall sweaters; some warm, some buttoned, some falling to the floor

delicate blouses; with patterns, and lace, and smells from the night before

feminine skirts; some pleated, some flouncy, some too short to wear

limp bodies; some blue, some bruised, some rotting to dust

dark shadows; with edges, and dark holes, and ghostly breathing

naked skins; some poisoned, some frozen, some pink as blush

male figures; some sleeping, some searching, some floating away

wedding dresses ill never wear
rocking chairs without a home
promise rings ill never keep
record players without sound

pills to make things better
to heal the heartache
to cure the disease
to fix the problem

never escape