A story about living within a closet for twelve years trying to figure out how to open that door.

No I’m not gay… relax, I guess I should be saying that to everyone but there is something in the closet but not skeletons, not yet. More In The Closet… more than darkness, more than loneliness, how about it ladies, any of you got seven minutes.

An imagery-filled poem of unfulfilled dreams and the loss of self inherent in adherence to societal pressures.

What secrets hide in the dark?