In My Sister’s Closet

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 13:  “Scariest Moment”

My sister and brother-in-law’s
first apartment was a small,
adorable place. I was bunking
in for awhile, but we had
our schedules neatly worked out.

Night begins. Dinner is over,
dishes done. My sister and I
are having a conversation, when
we realize my brother-in-law
has vanished. Not around,
no sound echoing from any
room. We look, we call
his name. Nothing. Strange
because we did not hear
an outside door close. I head
down the narrow hallway.
BOO! My brother-in-law jumps
out of a closet yelling. Did
not need the ‘boo’ to feel
my heart pound, my mouth
scream. It was a one-time
only moment.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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