the red door

the scarlet life lies behind it
shoved inside and locked up tight
fears and demons walking beside me
silence of pain
always encompassing
searing lava of tears drowning everything
and the horrible contents
ever so widening
narrowing further the bridge
the bridge to this side of me

shutting the door
only for a while and a mile
these are the finest parts of the facade
the threads that hold up my mask
one however classic and fine
is now tearing at the seams
the door is crackling at its hinge
my own special concoction of Pandora
is now emerging from her toxic box

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