They beg me to go.
I shake my head vehemently.
They beckon once more.
I tell them I cannot.
I stomp my feet,
I shake my fist
at the air.
why do you persist?
I turn the doorknob
ever so slowly.
I jump back
and strike my face.
I cover my ears
with cold hands.
I close my eyes.
and looking again
takes me nowhere.
they are screaming
for me now.
I open the door
and the blue silence
The darkness takes me
as a newborn would its mother.
press beneath my skin.
My hair collapses.
My spirit corrupts.
and the sweat forms
a puddle at my feet.
My heart drops.
My soul becomes like ash.
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