Journal 4 – Muffled

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.

 

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