The cherry red door opens
Revealing the interior of this dwelling
This house she called home as a child

I find it hard to stand on the dilapidated front porch
Is it so hard to use a level?
Stepping over broken nails, I'm glad to have worn my boots

The light bulb flickers next to the doorway
I try to remember the morse code combination for "S.O.S."
But fail miserably

The stout older woman glares at me
Curiously or Dangerously? I can't tell
She's as unkept as her home

"Who are you? What do you want?" she screeches
I look at her with sympathetic eyes
Before I turn and walk away

11/05/2008

Author's Note: Nov 5th, Scene

Posted on 11/20/2008
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