the door behind is still open,
with no intent on closing itself.
yet curiosity is overwhelming.
cats are smart.
and they were killed.
but what is at the end oof this hallway?
behind the lock door...
the walls are blank.
every step pulling closer.
like shadows of hand crawling,
amoungst the cracks of the hardwood floor.
each plank crying under the weight.
dust falls done throught their opening mouths.
cobwebs inhabit the ceiling.
draping down like a thick fog.
with every step,
the presence of the key grow in my mind.
as with every step my hand heat up.
the key feels so cool and soothing.
is this key the cure to this fever?
soon it will let my thoughts and feeling free
as i open the door.
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