top of page
Todd Wooten

If Only I Could Disappear

Updated: Nov 8, 2023

Carpet burns from the closet floor.

Icy drafts from darkened vents.

High heels a protective moat.

I tremble deep within my makeshift fortress.

Guarded by pillows and family quilts.


Cracked light streams through crevices.

I plead to the hinges and lock

like a General rousing his troops.

Hold! Hold! I shout to my

inch and three quarter wooden shield.


Voices murmur. Footsteps approach.

Knuckles thud. The knob twists.

In the ninety-degree angle

no further retreat.


Clothes tussle my hair

from dull, plastic hangers.

Fist tighten, eyes widen

through explosive heartbeats.

4 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Thoughts from a Weekend

A petite section of road protected in a wooden cocoon. Branches hand holding above the asphalt. Cooing to me like an infant. Secure in...

Justice

I have never cared for rules or held hands with expectations - Why should they not be broken or disappointed? As I have been I have never...

A Good Way to Die

What is the string of hope? Commencing with an hourglass tattoo on my skin. Question mark shape outlined in the dunes. Parched I refuse...

Comments

Rated 0 out of 5 stars.
No ratings yet

Add a rating
bottom of page