Friday, June 30, 2023

The Door Behind The Door

The night heat a relentless huntress, heinous, humid and homeless; the hall its only escape.

In faint light an impenetrable end, deep and swallowing; unforgiving in its direction.

An image forms out of its black cloth: a girl of murdered feelings, her eyes bidding silence.

Her piercing knife deflates me like a balloon with its entry, I follow her in helpless despise.

We reach a door, in its chamber a door behind; skeletons self-chained to walls.

Through the door behind its destination final, I'd become like they are; I take my place.

We stand waiting for its time would come, the enveloping dark absorbing us; futureless.

Who wants to know of it? Would I have been broken if I had yet spoken? In eternal mist I wonder.



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