The Splintered Door

The Splintered Door She shed but one cold tear. The splintered door slammed shrieking on its twisted hinges- aftermath of “loving’s” binges. The tear hung over a life squandered on hopeful lies. Death’s whimper crept across her smile. How had her independence turned servile? This frozen tear became a memoried amulet protecting her form torments she fled - yet can’t forget. The tear contains the sounds of footsteps in the dark, a weeping heart imprisoned in an ever present threat. Fear’s haunting clink on crystal glass an icy heart cold breathing near gasping on fate’s fatal twist. She shed but one cold tear. The splintered door slammed. John G. Lawless ©10/23/2017