your mother says goodnight and you wait for

her footsteps to subside. the curtains call

your name, sheer fluttering waterfalls. 

you hop out of bed into the uproar!

 

the fleeting murmur of moths’ wings teases your

nose and down the splitting tree you crawl

eager to escape that monotonous drawl

your stuffed giraffe drunk on the floor

 

hurry, the curtains whisper. or else you

will never leave, you’ll end up rotting 

in that scary closet. you chew

your nails when that cracked door is knocking

and a figure rushes into the blue.

you split the curtains and she is falling.