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Click hereI linger at his door
my alter of sacrifice
searching the knotted wood
for strength
knowing it could be cut to a cross
or stoked up beneath a flame
or maybe it would just stay wood
firm, warm, inviting, protecting
all in one
though the past slams are evident
cracks split up
and down separate ways
the division is clear-cut
but the door still stands
while I contemplate the knob
and finger the keyhole
poised to knock on wood
I consider offering myself
Great imagery of her standing
at the sacrificial door
the ravages of time and torture impact on it
as she prepares to knock
alluding to so strongly her fated doom within
damn - no wonder they never show
for a second wild night of sin
*Grins*
Ya had to know this one would Shoot off ~!! I love this. You paint the picture, and let us * feel * your indecision .. Nice form too ~
More Please ~
I like how you write: "Here it is, this is how I see it."
It isn't full of fancy words, or way out images that take
an hour or so to figure out, if ever. We are the same
in that we write to our hearts and souls not our IQ's.
I have preach enough, WOULD HE? could loose a few words here
or there, but I found it as hard and life like as the door.
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