The Coat Rack
- duchess of scrawl
- Jan 19, 2017
- 1 min read
She's like the coat rack
at a fancy dinner party.
The guests come and strip themselves
to reveal marvelous gowns
and tailor-made suits
And their excessive layers they pile onto her wooden frame.
She holds them.
They trust her.
And in those layers she hides her burning face.
Because they like her enough to leave her with the luggage
But not enough to ask her to join them in their song
I don't know why she happily accepts their baggage
Why she nods "It's OK" and carefully readjusts her arms.
Because eventually
She will topple.
The coats will flop to the floor
And they won't care
That they can't see her anymore.
Instead
They'll go after
Their coats.
- r.k.
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