A Ghost in my Closet.

There's a ghost in my closet
I don't know where to find him
The moment I open the door
His desperate shriek
tears my skin away

My fingernails bleed
When I ask his name
So I close my closet
And wait till another day
When I can bribe him out

There's a ghost in my closet
He tries on my clothes
And taunts me with names
He destroys my confidence


"There is no color here."
And I tell him to come out
And his shriek
tears my heart from my chest

I fall to the floor
So I wait to touch the door
Until the next sundown

There's a ghost in my closet
He's my only friend
He tears me apart piece by piece
Day by day until

There's nothing left

But the ghost in my closet.

When I bleed on the floor
My heart throbbing in
Clammy hands
The ghost in my closet
Sits beside me.

And puts the clothes
in my closet
On my holey body
until all bleeds through

"Red is the color of life."

There's a ghost in my closet
He crawls away from me
'Cross my floor and to the window sill

Soulless eyes peer down
Retracting rainy moonlight
the ghost traced fingertips
across the silk of my lips

Speaking in ghost like dust
the sand flowed from his mouth
And as his image turned crimson
pearly realization turned green

a whisper told
the ghost in my closet
was me.