iN tHe cLoSeT

“What do you see in the closet?”

Scraps of my memories. Pieces of my self. Secrets of my soul. Dangling skeletons.

Scattered in disarray. Hidden from view. Heaped in confusion. Gasping for air.

Safe in the darkness. Guarded by the shadows. Many weapons. Many wounds.

Coming out is frightening. My addiction runs too deep.

In the closet, no one sees me. In the closet, I can just be. In the closet, I am me.

I am such a closet addict. Someday, they are going to come for me, strap me down, and straitjacket me in to Closet Anonymous.

She said I should go cold turkey. Isn’t that horrible?