Behind the Door

By Katje Kaase


The door was cut way too short

Crevices filled with dusty wings,

decaying bugs and dying things

Creatures crept in under that door

Worms abandoned the sodden soil

while the darkness drank the light

The walls closed in behind the door

a secret revealed in the night

The dampness secreted through the cracks

and the carpet curled like a cocoon

Wallpaper peeled like sunburned skin

and the cockroaches scurried within


No rest, no hope as the door was closed

Love was forsaken here

Once inside, nothing came out

without a semblance

of fear...


June, 2014