Closet Space

There are the others
We are the others
Trading places, changing faces
We are the ghost in the mirror
The creaking of the closet
Remnants of phantom dreams
The others will come knocking
With a platter of your desires
You must walk away
Your attention feeds them
Your emotions lure them
Tucked away in disguise
Our doppelgangers
Looming in the dark
Bidding for their time

Vera