A cold wind blows through a window you previously thought led to void.
A howl in the distance has the hairs on your neck standing at attention.
Where does this lead?
Place your hands on either side
And pull.
Watch as it stretches effortlessly
Into a shadowed door.
What do you do?
Feel free to answer in the comments.
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Dumping Grounds
PoesíaSometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
