Closed Door
What is more terrifying than a closed door?
A breath, a floorboard creak, a dull thud of
danger impending. A shadow fleeting, a rustle
of leaves from window left open. A sigh in silence.
The threat and the jolt, the spook, stalk and kill;
the call is coming from inside the house.
What is more terrifying than a closed door?
An opening to nowhere to ambiguity to hollow,
to fear, fall or flounder, to stagger then stumble. A pit.
Beyond that closed door, beyond key, lock and bolt
are sentences incomplete, threads still unspooling,
whispers vague and steam swirling. An intangible 'then'.
An open door, however, is in fact more terrifying:
the unknown bend of a corridor, a life mapped
out on tracing paper. Invisible ink dropped,
dotted behind. Splashes unseen left as breadcrumbs.
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