removed

Blood spills onto our streets too much.

The streets were once safely kept

but now they're permanently stained

with cries, sirens, and death. 

The harrowing cold of the family house,

Everything was just too much that day. The hollow slam of her footsteps against the pavement floor caused all the creatures beneath her feet to scatter.

The door isn't one I can see,

Yet it grows, shifts, and deforms.

When I started there was only silence,

But everyday its volume grows.

The door started empty,

But over time it crescendoed.