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It’s dark.
The skeletons tell me stories.
I sometimes visit Narnia.

It’s dark.
Clothes hang limp.
The skeletons’ sordid tales dry up.

It’s dark.
My legs are starting to cramp.
I want out.

It’s dark.
I’m leaving today.
I’m scared, maybe another day.


I’m in the light.
I sense the skeletons and the ones trapped in Narnia.
A closet is no place for humans.

It’s dark.
My stomach is in knots.
I try not to trip on my way out.

I see light.
I force myself towards it.
I breathe in my freedom for the first time.



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