THE NIGHT IN THE CORNER IN THE SMALL CLOSET

AldrinBadiola Grade9 BaltimorePolytechnic Institute

Each limb of my resting body laid soundly asleep; unmoving, as they set into the rough carpet of a room much too familiar to those who shed the weight of wide grins on their mouths as the universe expands to hold together the breadth of the worlds it is on the verge of collapsing for.

I laid deeper, further into the fibers of the nylon carpet that found itself in every corner of my house. I laid deeper for the rough, tough feeling of not only wanting, but needing to be more than I could be.

The fraying ends of the carpet peeled back, its rough edges caressing my tanned arms, its loose threads twirling in a tango with my hairs.