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The Girl Behind The Broken Door
As I approached the deserted house at the end of the road,
I saw her staring at me.
A stare so cold it made me shiver.
Her skin was as pale as snow and her hair dark as ebony.
- I know what you're thinking-
Snow White perhaps?
well, you're wrong.
If you stared long enough, You could sense the sharp pain screaming down at you.
Silence was the scream that touched our souls.
At the blink of an eye, she vanished.
But the thought of her white ragged dress swaying side to side never escaped my memory.
Who could it be?
A lost soul?
Or have I gotten insane as I continue to lose my purpose.
There was somewhere I had to be,
Something I had to do,
Something I couldn't remember.
Her screeching voice pleading for help echoed in my memory.
As I continued stepping forward, the sound of her voice grew louder and louder.
I was fearful about what was behind the broken door.
I knew if I stepped foot, I would never reach the surface,
Drowning in my own fear.
As I gasp for air,
The wind spoke to me. Rush! Rush!
A rustling in the trees encouraged me to step inside.
As I walk in, I felt the presence of death consume me.
Tears dripped down my face as I realized I was the girl behind the broken door.
The girl with a shattered soul.
The girl who's screams in the wind were never heard.
Lost in the shadows are scattered remains...as the case of my murder forgotten it stays.