- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
Why Do Doors Go Skinny At Night?
Half-life shutters, slits to peer through expecting less eeriness over there. Straight edges into eternity, curves arch into the simplicity of slats. Moonshine seeps through like stair steps, launch pads, stepping stones perhaps to a bar room of silent brawlers and baby snakes or a sanctuary for the unrewarded dead. I’m not scared, not really. I can run back through swinging gates. If the dream is too narrow, constricted, I push them apart like a threshold yawn to let me pass.