Written by Emily Harstone | January 5, 2018
Her hand reached out, trembling, wanting.
Tranquility within, chaos beyond the doors.
only to be opened from within
I studded the door for years.
I never again got it open.
What lies beyond was forever sealed.
Her fragmented mind fearfully crept inside
‘Why’she thought ‘paint it blue?’
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Her hand reached out, trembling, wanting.
Tranquility within, chaos beyond the doors.
only to be opened from within
I studded the door for years.
I never again got it open.
What lies beyond was forever sealed.
Her fragmented mind fearfully crept inside
‘Why’she thought ‘paint it blue?’