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A conversation on msn. Describing... 'tis nothing.

I can hear his boots on the stone

*Echoing off the tiles.

I can hear everything these days.

Yes.

*in two seconds he will put his keys in the lock

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*keys in lock.

*doesn't work,cos he hasn't quite figured my door

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*and..then he figures out that I've buggered the lock

Or rather,that's what he thinks

*which is why he's now knocking at the door

*he tries again

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*and,he's in

*Now,he walks up the hall

*trips up on the cold computer

*old*

*as always

*and,now he's in the kitchen 

checking on the knifes

*he counts them

*I hear them being slid in and out of the wooden container

*the swish of metal on metal on wood

*nine times

*eighteen cos,they are replaced    

*Now he walks out of the kitchen

*Down the hall towards my door

*Avoiding the teetering pile of doctor who DVDs

*but..

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* knocking them down anyways

*his hand is on my door handle

*and,I hear him exert pressure

*the lock turns

*The pin inside..drops down

*and the door opens

*hinges long rusted

*and..now he's here

*watching me type this

*talking to me

*I can hear his breathing,his shifting of his feet in his shoes

*and the fidgeting of his hands in his pockets

*he's tensed up,just then

*he's scared

*He's put a hand on my shoulder

*Tries to ''connect''

 

Reviews

[Ashley Beth]

I really liked this. It was intense. As he came closer, I started to read faster, wondering what he was about to do. Very well written. Good job, an excellent poem.