Best Deadbolt Poems

The warmth of your fingers
Caressing my shaking shoulders,
The comforting weight of your arm
Resting around my waist.
Until you closed that door.

Rotted wood and a flimsy frame
The rusted golden knob sneers at me
Daring me to open it.
But I won’t.

I claw at the cracked pine,
Burying my nails into...

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