Open Doors
-June 11, 2001-
Did I scream that night?
I don't remember.
I only remember waking
Knowing my friend was there
Not wanting her to know
The monsters in my house
Haunting dreams
Breathed aloud --
Does it matter when?
It wasn't then.
You told her in the night.
Bed talk -- my request --
She couldn't let me want to go
That feeling wasn't allowed
Like so many feelings kept
Bottled in my head
Ingredients for a witch's cauldron--
Eye of toad, tail of newt?
With no instructions�
For a spell to let me fly away.
The girl came home tonight
When I told the tale
I was there -- not a memory of "she"--
I was the girl in the tale.
The memory broke free
But what I see most vividly
What I feel clenching my heart
Is the blackness of your open door
And you behind it hearing the lash
But doing nothing to make it stop.
LJA
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