Dark curtains
shield the outside view
from the inside
hiding secrets
in dim light
where children hide
underneath beds
hearts bleeding
in undecorated hues
of insanity.
Words echo
in muffled speech
quietly forced
through a chained passage.
One blood
shot eye
cried red
from blue
stares through
the peep hole
into distant
places
somewhere
behind my face.
Invited to go away
by frightened pleas
that unconsciously beg me
to stay
I am left stranded.
The door looking at me
and I
looking into its soul.


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