Clenched fork
I see the horror scene but before it was just my bedroom door
Just a block of wood and handle
Just a frame of come and go
And now it slows and slumps
In an echo
A world I didn’t know before I knew
- Then you spoke, -then I knew
And the door became skewed
Like the thoughts that used to comfort, that I felt and I coddled and I clenched
Like my fork
But now I clench with a sore throat
And a dimming hue
A feeling I never knew until I knew