It knocked
softly
a breath at the door
but I
bolted the windows
and swallowed the key.
It came wearing warmth,
but I mistook it
for fire,
for teeth,
for grief with a new face.
So I fled,
faster than joy
could reach out its hand
afraid it might feel
like home.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
It knocked
softly
a breath at the door
but I
bolted the windows
and swallowed the key.
It came wearing warmth,
but I mistook it
for fire,
for teeth,
for grief with a new face.
So I fled,
faster than joy
could reach out its hand
afraid it might feel
like home.