THE DOOR - by Raquel

 

THE  DOOR by Raquel And so I looked towards the door, my thoughts lingering like your presence - Shadows of indifference upon the threshold. To exit would be your finality, the escape of all I once held as true; my depravity the doorknob. The door has always been open, but until now I have avoided the Coldness, the continual draft of your existence. The other side beckons to me with it's decadent hands of denial, so eagerly awaiting this staved immaculance. To walk through that door, to forget, would be my last act of submission carried out in your name. So I walked through that door, and I left my shroud of naivete on the hanger nearby that is cluttered with other such hypocrisy