Door Way
Scrape scrape
like thorns on flesh
I heard it from the other side
as I clicked the lock
and pulled the handle
Out she lunged
vicious speed
drunken breath
lightening hair
Full of the rage this house births
the bulging emptiness
poison devotion
paralyzing ambition
Down comes her matriarchal blade
through the heart
she said I didn't have
April 14, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's fifteenth entry "What If Walk".
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