The Deadbolt
by faintnaomi
· 22/03/2026
Published 22/03/2026 13:37
The wood hit the frame
and the air in the hall
shook once, then settled
against the wall.
The draft pulled a circle
of dust from the floor.
It spun in the light
by the heavy oak door.
I am standing in socks.
The silence is thick.
The space has grown wider.
The lock gives a click.