23.1.08

Slammed doors


Slammed doors,
high fits,
rushing movements,
...
The empty void
A frail puppet exposed;
the wicked plastic sun has dawned just
to gaze
at his
broken eyes.
a wretched wind has cracked away
his paper skin...

Silence the dry light.
Seal the door,
Time to listen to every grasp
Ears against the wood
Daring gestures holding the knob
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Slamm it again!
I
did
close
your door.

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