Seven Letra

To see a doorway, two legs tied down. Looking in too scared to enter. The hole, the space, the gap it’s empty. The chair: I know it’s still there. The signs of a history, the remaining touch of withered hands and and awkward silence. A ghost remains, it fills up the entire room, it occupies our nights, it touches us as ice. Its unavoidable, it stands behind, it holds its arms up, and it touches us. We pull up, outside the house, and hold our breath, we step as slowly as we can. Eyes like water, and legs like stone, time stands still, where once had flown. Looking in too scared to enter, and sit down and face the end.