f e e l i n g s .

u n s o u g h t .

Carefully crying on the floor
Not yet consumed by emotion

Nudge the bathroom door open

Just a touch more

Just a touch more.

Confirmed a fool
Make no sound

Find a tool
All but round

Check the open door

Just once more.

Stick the eyes first
So you'll seek no more

Halt the heart's thirst
And remember all gore

The door is wide open

But nothing in sight

The mind will choose to say, then

This is what's right.