I close the door,
but it swings right back.
The latch has been broken,
and shot full of cracks.
I try to fix it,
try to take it all back,
but then it opens on darkness,
and I’m consumed by the black.
I want to step through,
to see if it’s still the same,
because it beckons to me,
softly calling my name.
That’s when I slam it,
and try to hold the **** still,
as something tries to turn it,
and break through my will.
That’s when my fingers,
grow sweaty and numb,
and I can feel the pressure increasing,
and I start to succumb.
The **** starts to turn,
and I start to lose my grip,
and then I stop fighting,
and my fingers slip.
I step away,
as the latch softly clicks,
and the dark whisps escape,
growing feelers to lick.
Then I am lost,
and stepping through the door,
hoping that it won’t shut,
but not caring anymore.
I’m bathing in nothing,
and I feel the memories cut,
as somewhere off in the distance,
I hear a door slam shut.
