the door to her
house
had many locks.
the screws
turned
deep into the wood.
the clang of chain.
the sliding dead
bolts.
no one was getting in.
and few would
ever get out.
just you, which was
enough.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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