the door cracks open like a bone
snapping
the floorboards creak
startled and unhappy to
be used again
I brush the cobwebs away and
try to find my room
up the winding staircase
if I can make it there
I will be home
if only I could remember
which room was mine
the door at the end of the hall
catches my eye
I don't know what it is but I
know it is mine
but when I slip through that
familiar doorway
it is a linen closet
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