Closet Space

I

The things we lock up in closets

Aren’t necessarily skeletons

Sometimes, they’re important things

For a closet traditionally acts

As a storage space

So why can memories not be a part

Of the content in a closet

The memory of graduating school

The memory of your first kiss

That feeling you had

When you put your first pair of jeans on

Imagine locking these memories

In a strongbox, and

Throwing the strongbox into the ocean

II

What you’re experiencing right now

Is a concoction of my own making

 I took a spoonful of your silence

Added a little paprika to your anger

And boiled you in a vat of depression

Making you act in ways you never thought you would

III

I did act in certain ways

And I destroyed some memories forever

And the adults around me made mistakes too

But, no more

No more subjugation

No more giving in

No more despair or anxiety

Or whatever the fuck else you toss my way

You have overstayed your welcome

And you have forgotten that

There exists a person in this vessel

That person is asking you to leave

And you will leave

It is as simple as that, my friend

You forget that empires have fallen

And buildings once built can be torn down

And that is what I am going to do to you

Tear you down, brick by brick

Until you cannot hide in my closet anymore

The Bilge Master