You’re the one who opened that door.

Now anything can crawl inside.

I was perfectly happy

being abandoned and rusted

Closed –

But you had to get a foot inside.

 that’s all though – just a foot.

Now rats and debris

Come in and out at will -

And a strangely dank wind

replaces my breath,

while I wait for you to take your next step.

In or out?

Were you raised in a barn?

Close the door -

from the inside

or the outside,

It’s beginning not to matter –

Just as long as it’s closed.

I want you to take your next step –

And then I can safely send my pawn

Into destruction,

As you wave your banner

and your new queen

In front of my face.

What exquisite misery –

To be denied by you, finally –

And to be liberated to take my own step,

Even if

it leads away from you.