Close the Door
The closet door moves.
Her parents didn't believe.
He's cold, with long fangs and claws.
Her pleas will haunt them now.
Claw marks inside the closet door.
Through an unseen door;
she's in his nightmare world now.
Changed, and no longer afraid;
they won't recognize her.
Now it's their closet door that moves
July 16, 2014
Contest: Door to a wayra
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
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