Doors

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Pain batters at the front door

strong, insistent

relentless and demanding.


The back door is locked 

shut tight

allowing for no escape.


I bolt for the side door

to hide

to escape that which would destroy me.


Doors closed

doors locked

doors bolted

they protect me and imprison me.









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