The Waiting Room

Someone tried to open the door

Someone looked through the peephole

Someone stood between two doors

An upside down man,

Is it your eyes?

Are the optics of the glass wrong?

Maybe it's the wrong light,

A body of an illusion.

Throgh the fences,

A border or a door.

Wooden door.

Metal door.

Plastic door.

Paper door.

Glass door.

Hands waits to open ...

Eyes look.

Does the mouth close the door?

No keys are found.

Chairs are full.

Knocking.

Knocking.

Bubble wrap explodes on your skin.

Knocking.

Bubbling.

Watch your hands!

Waiting ....

Waiting ...

The mouth opens the door.

Watch your mouth!

Silence.

 © 2019 by Ipek Kosova

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