Anteroom

The waiting.
Thats the worst.
Sitting around,
expecting a miracle.
Then nothing.
A hammer.
A nail.
A crumbling wall.
A door begging
to be opened.
The same four corners.
Her jackknife gaze.
A pause.
A cough.
A silence inhabiting
every particle of air.


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