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.

#anticipation #domestic solitude #silence #threshold

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