The Closet

By: Taylor Moore

The closet door creaks open with a sigh
As her dainty hands course through her choices.
Shear, flowery, solid, mermaid, sweetheart…
Her closet held many disguises.
Shear was daring,
Since it’s somewhat see-through.
Flowery was comforting,
Since it’s a memory.
Solid was safe,
Since it’s absolute.
Mermaid was fantastical,
Since it’s harboring.
Sweetheart was the most deceiving,
Since it’s what she’s not.
Her fragile hands choose the solid.
It’s what most of her closet is.
She slips it on, and she’s beautiful.
Her true self absolutely hidden,
In that solid colored dress.

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