The Little Girl Who Played In Closets
There once was a little girl who played in walk in closets
She'd shut the door to the world outside because her mom
was neurotic and psychotic
And her step dad was a raging alcoholic
This tiny space was her safe haven for her imagination
to fly metaphorically
See her mom would talk nonsense her brain couldn't
comprehend
And her step dad was drunk and would speak sideways
in tounges
He would get violent and mean to the little girls mom and
that was so scary
Also her mom would go on a warpath for the smallest of infractions
And grab a wire handled flyswatter and swat this poor little girl
til she was black and blue all over
Oh yeah. And her mom was religious and would take the little girl
to church with long sleeves on and tights to hide all the whelts on the
little girls arms and legs
One time in the bathroom at church the little girl was on the potty and
her auntie walked in and saw all the mayhem on the little girls body
And exclaimed Oh My
But nothing was done and the little girl had to go back home to play
in her walk in closets all by herself again
So by this time for this little girl the damage was already done
She found out real young that no one cared anyway
That she was worthless and unloved so escaping in closets was
her only way to freedom with her imagination
Then time passed and this little girl grew up still feeling worthless
and unloved and no one cared anyway
And that's when the psychopaths started their feeding frenzy on her
They picked up on her pain and played their sickest of games
They knew she hid in her imagination and wove stunning tales of
how they loved her. Fantastic and unbelievable fantasies
And her imagination would fly metaphorically
Until the last psychopath she had a relationship with wanted to
destroy the art behind her imagination
That's the day this little girl who used to play in closets
woke up and said to herself
That's all I have left of me is my artistry and no one is going to
take that away from the little girl inside of me
So she opened the door of this little girls closet
Stepped inside and grabbed that little girl and they walked out of that
tiny space together
with the promise of brighter and freer days on the horizon
Not looking back. Not even glancing
Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016
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