Would he?

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I 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

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LeBrozLeBrozover 18 years ago
Her Doom

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

RhymeFairyRhymeFairyover 18 years ago
Hard Pressed ~

*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 ~

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
good one.....

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.

sand

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