Doors.

She will be lying
in her bed
reading, when
the slam
of the door
acroos
the hall, distracts her.
She'll continue
to stare at the book,
the words swimming
before her very
eyes.
She will feel her heart
beat,
her body will
feel like it's shrinking.
She will want to hug her pillow and hide
under her blanket.
She will glance
over
to her door.
Wishing she had shut
it properly : One inch
left open.
Through thisgap,
another door slam will she hear.
Screen door
This time,
This sound she knows well,
hears it every time someone
leaves.

She will want to close
her bedroom door.
She will want to hide
under her covers.
She will want to block out
the lack of screams and
the loud closing of doors.

But she wont move an inch
paralyzed
in fear, she stares,
as the words of the book swim
before her eyes,
as she begs them
to take her to
another world.