The Door

October 14, 2008
By Kaleigh Boyd, Mill Creek, WA

A thin sliver of light
Peeked from behind it
Slicing darkness and penetrating thoughts

The thin wood frame stood as a
flimsy shield
Powerless against harsh words
That cut like blades in soft flesh

Fresh wounds soon emerged
Marked with crimson and shadow
The result of savagery and angst

The wood splintered
Shattered by hard hands
and cowering fear
Becoming useless for protection
or weaponry

Settling on the soft plush of the carpet,
The ultimate dichotomy was no longer
torn between two worlds

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