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Cellar Door
You look at me in fear
Of what might be in here
I spit dust at you from every crack
You walk away, you chose
Again to leave me closed
I creak obscenities at your back
The cobwebs that form my frame
Thicken each time I win our game
But then you turn back around and give my handle a heave
You open me just a crack
Peer in the dark and shut me back
I laugh as you shudder, turn around and leave
i have to snicker at this one. i'm thinking how my unmade bed, dirty dishes or tub may sneer at me from time to time. a real clean freak would whip your cellar!!
well written... good perspective. eric