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PAST DOORWAYS



By allowing her to leave in haste
and miss the signal of fate’s consequence,
I  wrestle with this fumed moment…and
as knuckled hands tighten,  my quest
for closure suffocates a  hallway.

Backdoor  lightly opens…the shadow- woman
rushes down  down  iron stairways.
I clutch those quivering hands upon rails...
her sweat mixed with tears grinding on my arms,
while I taste its pain, smell  its despair. 

The pungent flavour reeks of hidden sins,
of untold confessions trapped within 
hardened pores: I wail, she wails
on the steep floor... 
and we  holler again. This need to open
what is locked from chains revolts me.
Afraid , I let go    plugging the knob
which could finally release      my false self.


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Craig Cornish's Contest
The Fourth Floor of Nowhere
9/19/2020

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 9/20/2020 8:39:00 AM

Deep feeling. Too tough to follow. I had to read several times. But it attracts.
Date: 9/19/2020 11:32:00 PM

Beautiful
Date: 9/19/2020 10:57:00 PM

Great images. I wonder what was in the sponsor's mind with this contest. But you did extremely well. ~~
Date: 9/19/2020 10:41:00 PM

My buttons were triggered by this intense, surreal work, Ms Nette.I encountered an incident when I had to face a recurring fear and your poem just took me in.
Date: 9/19/2020 5:23:00 PM

Incredible depth, Nette. "Pungent flavour reeks of hidden sins," "tears grinding on my arms," "suffocates a hallway." These are powerful, visceral images all summed up in your last three words. Best wishes for the contest!

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