Chapter 19 - A Knock on Death's Door
Prelude to the 57th Exterior Scouting Mission
A loud knock
Then a second
Then a third
Sharp and quick
Against my door in which I reside behind
Patiently awaiting my next visitor
Awaiting no longer
'
That one. Right there. Her.
The one who constantly plays with my lock
The one who keeps figuring out the shape of the key
No matter how many times I change it
A locksmith who thinks she can decide who passes through my door
A locksmith who thinks she is clever
She is not clever
She cannot keep my door locked
For my door is now ajar
And in walks
'One '
'Two '
'Three '
'Four '
Across the threshold
But they were not the first four today
Nor will they have been the last
Her hands pump for a heart that will not obey
Her head bows as if in prayer
She stinks of desperation
And worthless conviction
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