"The Door Knocker" — Snowdrop Garden

“THE DOOR KNOCKER”

here comes the door knocker,

with her bag of black and white vomit,

of angels and dust,

unmistakable is the reek…

here comes the door knocker,

in her mouth the tongue jabs the tooth

that aches the most,

masochistic stubborn slut…

here comes the door knocker,

bearing absolution for the unrepentant,

carrying i’m sorrys for the face spitters,

little foolish kind hearted thing…

door knocker,

aren’t your knuckles bleeding?

and if this is being the bigger person

why are you three inches tall?

here comes the door knocker,

open up! she cries, pounding violently,

linen clothed, bare footed, as snow falls, white

as the feathers stuck between her teeth…

here comes the door knocker,

the mute ghosts release the locks to

a house that has no floors, now

watch her willingly enter and fall,

see her wither into obscurity again.