The Front Door

I know you

I have seen you in my head

It’s strange

I recognized you by your energy and not the way you look

It’s unsettling seeing you here

I didn’t know it was time yet

What is it you want me to do?

I feel you beg of me to solve the crimes you have seen

Sacrifice demands sacrifice

Have you not seen the writings on the door?

Liminal messages carved on dry wood

Is it keeping something in or out?

I see the flaky coats of paint

Being consumed by the blossoming rust

It’s decoding me as I get a glimpse of its nature

Born from a mighty oak

Serving postmortem as a barrier

Is it a fall from greatness or an elevation?

Witness to the world

Sealed to the best of it’s ability

At the will of others

I see you and I look away