Open Door

Here I am trying to channel my inner E.A. Poe.

"Open Door"

I thought I had closed the door

But you came back in anyway

Shuffling the feet on the linoleum

Struggling with words to say

After the worst argument

I thought you were gone for good

Guess I should have crossed myself

Or maybe knocked on wood

I was surprised I must admit

By the empty look in your eyes

Your hair like strands of seaweed

Condemning me for my lies

You opened your mouth to speak

I waited for you to explain

But all that came out was a halo

Of flies born of your pain

I screamed and tried to get away

But there was nowhere to hide

From the vengeance of your gaze

My thrice begotten bride

And as your fingers wrapped around

My throat and squeezed my life away

I was wrong to think I had closed the door

To your murder and your grave