in my closet
emptiness is a closet full of your old clothes,
ill-fitting and unnatural,
waiting to be brought out.
it seems crazy to know they were once part of you.
long forgotten, but always there.
right where she’ll always be.
stuck.
hidden down.
somewhere.
she only comes back in broken-down deja-vu. maybe
she’s the emptiness
in
your
closet.
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