the fifth door
Prologue ~
I approach the door I see in my dreams.
The shifting dreams I've had for the past few nights.
Sometimes its the same door, sometimes it's new.
So each night, I focus and describe it in this journal
The door, so that one night I can choose.
Glass Door
A frozen bubble,
that's all I can think to describe it.
As I walk around, I let my fingers glide
over its smooth surface.
Looking through, I can see a warmth, but
just enough that I know im also seeing through the structure.
Its tall, so that as I let my mind wander, my hands travel
up and travel down, walking and playing towards its end.
But its a circle, so it has none, until
my fingers flinch and withdraw
My blood illuminating a small indent,
flowing, thinning into spirals and sanguine highlights
The door is before me, calmly pulsing with my blood outline.
“So” I say to the door
“You're a hungry one”
It must have heard, or maybe it was ready to open.
I don't know, but it did.
Within, the glass, was a rainbow sun.
Rippling with spiking shards of fractured screaming geometry.
The tiny, sharp star, was aglow of anguish made tempered glass
Erupting and falling into itself like prism
Like a focus and a distraction
A god of intricate deadly planning
I had opened its door, scared
I opened my eyes
The words hung in my ears
as close as my thudding heartbeats
“I'm starving”