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Negative Landscape
Even the door seemed angry,
Tightly closed against me
Barricading in - or out -
Which was it to be?
The horizontal blinds scowled darkly
In strict disapproval.
No succour there, only the look
Of my desired removal.
The dresser drawers shut one by one against me,
Securing their contents from prying eyes.
The books on the shelves turned their spines to me-
Covers folded tightly, ends akimbo to crying eyes.
I crawled into my waiting bed,
Pulled the covers over my head
And disappeared in sobbing silence
To the negative landscape of the dead.
