The monster in the closet

I know it’s in there.

Hanging around.

Breathing deeply, I brace myself for confrontation.

The door’s movement sets its arms flapping;

Sparkles wink at me, knowingly, from the gloom.

Crushingly expensive, deceptively flattering;

My foolishness made flesh in heavy silks;

Even my feet in finest leather boots. Dressed to impress.

Outdone, overshadowed, outshone

By peacock blue and fluttering eyes.

I know this dress will never be worn again.

It is spoiled now;

A snickering remnant.

A rag.


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