“Creak!” shouts the floorboards,
“unlock me..” whispers the doors,
but The Girl simply sees a chore.
“I have to be let out-
believe me, I'm sure.”
Again, The Girl willingly ignores.
“I can't be left here,
I can't be suppressed,
you must open the door to start your quest!”
The Girl treads past-
all the wooden whispering doors,
“Open me please…”
“Don't you want to know what's yours?”
But the girl can't be bothered,
-out of sight out of mind-
what's waiting for her will be opened another time.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 1:44 AM UTC
“Creak!” shouts the floorboards,
“unlock me..” whispers the doors,
but The Girl simply sees a chore.
“I have to be let out-
believe me, I'm sure.”
Again, The Girl willingly ignores.
“I can't be left here,
I can't be suppressed,
you must open the door to start your quest!”
The Girl treads past-
all the wooden whispering doors,
“Open me please…”
“Don't you want to know what's yours?”
But the girl can't be bothered,
-out of sight out of mind-
what's waiting for her will be opened another time.
I wipped this one up just now- it's another poem part of my 'Her House' series.
