A Glimpse

When one sees too much–

He snaps.

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A sliver of light, through a narrowed crack,

Time paused on door’s edge.

Fingers with the knob,

Not daring to turn.

Pit pat,

Pit pat,

Thud.

The heart–

Pounds.

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Silhouette in the gray.

It moves where it should not.

Unbridled words charge,

Under the shaft.

A tinge of red iron in the air.

Spilled.

Secrets.

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A peer.

Too long.

The scene grasps.

Creeps under the skin.

Becomes–

Something different.

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Mind’s shadow grips.

Its hand raised

In the air.

Its eyes gaze–

Large.

Silent.

Still.

Into mine.

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The crack remains.

The door —

Of the room–

In my head–

Can’t shut.

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It’s seen–

Too much.

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