Out of Reach

An empty lot,

a moonless night,

the only light

some broken bulbs

that swing from spider webs.

A door that creaks.

The handle melts.

I walk into a lobby 

filled with broken vows

and wilted flowers.

I pull my body down a hall

of crooked doors 

that open up to

bedrooms full of 

porcelain dolls.

The hall ends at a window

opened to a pit

of black despair.

I have no other place

to go and so I …..

published in Entropy