The Doors

The doors. Knock knock.

A screech. An imp, a creature.

Transformative, shapeless, distinct.

Who are you? Who am I?

Pounding on the door

Waterfall of tasteless questions

Vague – quiet – stalking

Who are you? Who am I?

Hypnosis is your weapon of choice

Fortified is your being

Thunders are discharged

Invaders are gone

Who are you? Who am I?

It’s a double-sided door.

Pull at once. Push at once.

Submission in resistance.

A question in an answer

What you see is for your eyes

- Your eyes only -