Hour twelve

Closet

In the closet,
She dreams of escape,
Snow covered lamp-posts
And talking fauns.

She dreams of hiding
In fur coats,
Burrowing deep into warmth.

In the closet
She is her real self,
Free and brave and strong.

In the closet,
She is safe.

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