A sliver of light

Escapes the door.

I know

What to do

It’s a part of me;

It always has been.

I kick the door

As hard as possible.

It budges slightly

But doesn’t open.

I repeat this ten times

And it flings open,

Looking as if it would

Fly off it's hinges,

Only to reveal more darkness.

Where had the light come from?


I make my way

Across the floor.

With no flashlight

I try to adjust my eyes

To the dark

When I hear,


The End

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