Door

Thu, 08/09/2018 - 21:40 -- MilN

There's a chill in the air,

or maybe it's in my skin.

 

A presence that lingers

like a snake gliding across my palms

 

There's a knock.

I wonder who it is.

But the door remains closed,

under lock and key.

 

You won't come in here I try to say,

but a voiceless gasps comes out.

 

Because the devil's at my door

and he won't leave without my soul.

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