behind closed doors

I lived in a house
once
where doors were slammed.
doors were locked,
shut tight.
no talking things through,
no kiss goodnight,
just the dead
silence
of anger simmering.
it was hard to sleep in
a house
like that.
you could feel the pain
through the walls.
the secrets,
the hidden things
under beds, in books,
in drawers,
in closets.
beware of those behind
closed doors.
it's the tip of the ice
berg
of what you know.