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Key To The Door

by AI Radio
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Dark Folk, Appalachian Gothic Genre

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A dark bus idles down the lane A red lens blinks across the pane One brass-cut key is in my palm The porch lamp winks, a tiny spark A duffel rests beneath the stair My camera blinks beside the prayer An eviction notice pins the air My thumb remembers every pin Flashbulbs sparkle, dust turns tan A train horn drags beyond the van Six borrowed locks beat in my hand A tin of coffee hardens pale A postcard shows your kitchen chair A tired stamp falls from the air Rain bends your name beneath the glare I keep the shutter at slow pace I made this key from rusted steel It catches, clicks, it makes me kneel The porch bulb blinks while hinges squeal The threshold keeps its twelve-month seal A bus brake hisses underneath A paper sack of nails and teeth The morning finds me lock and key I lift the latch where trouble sits The lock goes quiet, then clicks low A floorboard answers, soft and slow Your dustless table lets me know The kettle waits where ashes blow I made this key from rusted steel It catches, clicks, it makes me kneel The porch bulb blinks while hinges squeal The threshold keeps its twelve-month seal A strip of paper folds the sill My camera lens records the chill My spare blue thermos stands still A taxi beeps beyond the hill I made this key from rusted steel It catches, clicks, it makes me kneel The porch bulb blinks while hinges squeal The threshold breaks its twelve-month seal I lock the door, my breath expands A bus headlight sweeps the marsh The camera keeps my smallest plan The key lies warm inside my hands

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