A stranger's standing at my door,
deep into the ungodly hours ringing my doorbell,
I pull back the covers and put off the lights,
always a pen knife sitting in my socks,
and pins in my hair,a clob by the upholstery,
by the window sits an axe kissed every night by the wind,sharpened by the rain,
Shadows float through my window while the branches dance and others standing akimbo,
I laugh 'cause they're my solitude instead of my horror,
my momma told me never to look through the peephole,
I had learnt a good lesson losing an eye,
checking the cameras,I'm awestruck,
there's a demon at my door but never have I seen one so beautiful it's terrifying,
I have goosebumps sitting at my bosom and sweat popping bubbles on my forehead,
I am terrified he is not scary,
where are the fangs?
where are the claws?
where is the repulsive skin?
Lust has his head down,yes I named him lust,
I have ugly thoughts swimming through my head of what I could do if I let him in,
If this is my death,may I embrace it with all that it brings,
with water dripping down his skin,he raises his hands to ring the bell again,
Miss bell peppers tells me to open the door,so I unlatch...
bell peppers command and I obey although she sits within my belly,I can't get her out
And then I open the door,

To be continued...



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