The CLosed Door
The lights are out.
I’m alone down here in the darkness.
One by one, I ascend the steps that should have lead to light.
I can’t get out.
As I pound and I kick and I beg for you to let go of the doorknob,
The door swings open
And I’m pushed.
I tumble backwards down those steps.
Shivering in this seat, I see the doorknob start to turn.
The shadows of your feet become thicker and
I can see your hideous face in that mirror.
That mirror will show you the reflection of my disgusted look.
Anger flushes within me and I get up and lock that door.
But you have a key.
And I can see the doorknob start to turn again.
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