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Hidden

The door is closed,

unlocked but

cobwebs make it clear

this door is rarely entered.

 

Paint chipping,

black faded

stain dripping down

cracked glass.

Abandoned yet

familiar,

like deja vu I know

I've entered this door before.

Enticed,

I turn the key.

 

Wrapped in darkness

the echo of my stiletto guides me

one

step

at a time,

time

ticks

and the minutes fly

 

off the clock

and I'm trapped again

in the room where

buried memories lie.

◄ haiku

Epidemic ►

Comments

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Garry Rowlands

Sun 30th Apr 2017 07:45

Very powerful. Tension builds right uo to the wonderful last two lines.

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Melissa Gentile

Thu 30th Mar 2017 04:23

Raj,
Thank you so so much! ?

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Raj Ferds

Wed 29th Mar 2017 06:33

Excellent build up culminating in those beautifully crafted last 4 lines. I thought the visual imagery was superb.

Well done Melissa.

Raj

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