In the silence of a shadowed home,
where secrets tumble down a laundry chute,
whispered fragments of a hidden mind spill—
a slip of tongue, a crack in veneer,
revealing the dark fabric beneath.
Words, like socks, disoriented—
unmatched, thrown carelessly,
dragged by unseen currents of desire,
clattering into the abyss below.
A subconscious cascade, relentless and swift,
carrying the sins we never dare admit.
Behind closed doors, the chute swallows & swallows,
yet never quite cleanses the stains—
only buries them deeper, into the unseen.
And as I watch it run,
I wonder—what else slips through that narrow opening?
What part of me, unspoken, unlaundered,
lurks at the bottom, waiting, silent?
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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A very deep psychological metaphor here Matthew and how well it fits. A definite fave
Well written. Understanding oneself. Your poem uses the metaphor of a laundry chute to symbolize the act of burying one's thoughts and feelings. It delves into the subconscious, revealing the darker aspects of the self that are often ignored or kept hidden.
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