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closeted rage
There are times
Where the only solution
Is to sit in a closed closet
And just cry until it hurts
Until you can't breathe
Until the air is hot with sobs
Until it is all gone away
Where the only solution
Is to sit in a closed closet
And just cry until it hurts
Until you can't breathe
Until the air is hot with sobs
Until it is all gone away
Published 2nd Mar 2023
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2nd Mar 2023 7:22am
Dear B,
Agreed. Been there. It’s the safest place sometimes. Your poem is expressively lovely as it is accurate.
H🌷
Agreed. Been there. It’s the safest place sometimes. Your poem is expressively lovely as it is accurate.
H🌷
2nd Mar 2023 1:54pm
I don’t like going in the closet for anything but overpriced shoes (sorry, queer joke)
But yeah… I think we’ve all felt this.
Great write
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18th Jul 2023 2:07pm
The closed closet. Dark, stuffy. Maybe you were lucky to find a way out. Many do not.
