Intrusive Note

It always lingers

Nags even

Scratching its brittle nails

On the outside of my door

Whispering

Beneath the crack

Between the door and its frame

Begging for some kind  

Any kind

Of attention

 

Wiled eyed

Frantic, jittery, motions

No worries other than

Its’ own simple existence

And the blind eye

Its’ been shown

 

The fingers feel for a pry

Dig into the defining lines

Pick at every loose panel

They shift

To the worn knob

Checking to see…

If someone forgot to lock…

 

No

 

But,

There is no deterring

This repetition

 

There is no stopping

These frantic actions

 

It repeats each cycle meticulously

The floor left worn from its passing

Back and forth

It will not leave

And the sounds from the other side

Of my door

Must be addressed

 

So I twist the deadbolt

And turn the handle

Only to find a note pinned on the outside

‘Just a thought

Will come back later…’

01/24/2013

0650 am

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

sounds like your muse is trying to awaken your creativity but you don't want to act on it at the moment. at least her persistent self will be back later. like a routine between you two.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

WOW!...this is eerie...
It's sounds alot like the OCD that I have to deal with nightly, before bed. The memory of it creeps in my mind as I read this. You have cleverly layered this piece...adding to the anticipation of what is on the other side of the door. Great write!

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Ah, this is delightfully spooky with a more than spectacular closing. This reminds me of the time when my own mind would bombard my own mind with a million ideas and each would seem as important as the other. It's taken me a really long time to understand how my own mind works (or rather doesn't work :P).