Pants Wear You

It’s prevalent to say 
When your father ghosts, you pick up his pants to wear. 
 Well, the pant is a monster 
 It wears you.
 The pants slink out of the wardrobe 
  And crawl eerily to your bed 
 As it touches cold feet, 
 You gasp with dreadfulness and rouse 
 To the sound of your mother and father  
 Arguing stridently
 Foot in,
 As you reassured mother in the dark
And tried to make her smile. 
 Another,
 when you said it would be okay  
 That she shouldn’t worry 
 It would be fine 
 He would change. 
 After many nights he has abused her 
 The pants wear you.

By Rodney Patrick 

@Nofstnme

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