' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Only The Shadow Knows(For Scarlett)

He wouldn’t come out of the closet though she shouted & shouted his name like a trapped bird flying from room to room hiding from Auntie was too much fun to let her discover how he could disappear at will be there in this too too solid flesh one second & then cease to exist he laughing himself to bits then scared shitless as her ogress footsteps approached his hiding place like a fairy story turning Grimm her voice flinging open the wardrobe where he hid up inside her hung skirt (the Sunday one with brown buttons on & pink pleats) he standing in her shoes (the sexy Sunday high heels) invisible because he had become her clothes. She stares & stares unsure of being sure her breath hissing through her nose he almost pissing himself it seems she is just about to when...then she turns & goes trots downstairs leaving him alone in the darkness her whalebone corset like an alien creature digging him in the soft back of the knee its vulcanised smell getting up his nose giving him the creeps no way now is he going to come out of the closet she can shout & shout “Can anyone tell me where that Dónall goes? ” she wails Llke a Lady from Shalot. He giggles to himself camouflaged amongst here among her tights & stockings frocks & dresses hiding up her clothes invisible to the last steadfast as a shadow amongst shadows A mystery even to him self.