Curtains and Doors
Here is a door.
Dark brown.
cherry wood, isn’t it?
Why yes of course it is.
The knob is gold.
And it makes that satisfying click when turned just a bit to the right.
Well maybe I don’t like cherry wood.
Maybe I don’t prefer doors.
They are dark.
Sad.
So dreary sad.
So uncomfortably
Noticeable
As if shouting the contents they so hide away.
Curtains, you say.
Maybe, perhaps.
They are light.
Welcoming the eye
But what they stow,
Oh.
Maybe its not the curtains
Or the dark cherry wood door with its captivating gold knob.
The key in the drawer is much darker.
Yes.
Thick.
Solid gold.
So heavy.
So captivating.
So penetrating.
So lonely.
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