Mangina Monologues I – V (Talking Out My Ass)
July 15, 2021•
MM-II
When I was kid,
a very small child
I would play in the closet.
It was peaceful
and quiet
and safe.
It was Sanctuary.
When I was 17
living with Aunt Pollie
& Uncle Curly
I would cram my self into the bedroom closet
position myself atop the extra blankets and sleeping bags
maneuver my back against box corners, in lieu of acupressure
and write in my journal
in utter darkness.
It was the only peace I had
and that was soon dis-allowed.
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