Go into a closet and write what you see and hear.
Muffled by Nelia-Sol White
Light spilled in from a crack,
many cracks actually.
Outlines of the door, the walls, the shelves
formed lines in the dark,
faint and ghostly.
Someone yelled
Or, perhaps, whispered.
If was muffled as if
I had covered my ears,
A vibration moving
Through the walls.
Stuffy was its own
smell.
Shoes and old clothes
touched my nose.
Fabric softener, lilacs
Or lavender. One of those.
It was hard to tell
In the dark.
