The Door of Uncertainty
The girl,
for she still thought herself so;
though long past consent;
the scars of which she bore
within and without.
Awoke suddenly,
the dull gray room
and the dull gray bed on which she lay
lit with an enigmatic glow;
moonlight reflected
off a bright yellow door
that had appeared
at the foot of her bed.
Her dilated pupils
coal pits
in an ashen landscape
sparkled as she noticed
not with surprise,
the door
as though
a common occurrence;
but the color;
yellow,
acid
like the color used for
warning signs.
The girl rose
and floated towards the door,
turned the handle,
opened,
and stepped through
into
and out of
her dream.
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