My closet use to snap and I heard humming
I heard actual humming
I’d bow down; murmuring, fast-talking, cryptic words
My chest would tighten, forehead would sweat, mouth would clench
A terrible feeling arose in me telling me to stay still, to listen, to put my mind in a different place
I wasn’t seven anymore
I didn’t want to play with dolls
I wanted to do as I was told!
I bowed waiting for this horrifying trance to be over
Then, nothing
Then, I’d get up
And never give it another thought


I’d like to think God was speaking to me



Just
another
monster
in my
closet.