Open

Slow and creaking against the hum of day

Heavy in hand

Cold in the eye

Closed

Latch clasped

Shutters drawn

Barricading light

Open

Glass pane shattered

Flecks strewn about

In explosive array

Closed

Vibrant hues a wall

Killing vision

And welcome

Open

Beconing and warm

Laiden with traps

And tumult

Closed

No longer wanting

No longer caring

No longer home.

Open

Unfilled

Alone

Closed

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