A lock, a key, and a knife.
Surely, the drawer remains closed.
For a moment, glances pass the hollow space below the sink.
If the unseen lock were to be peeled away,
Memories, regrets and pain would fly out and be reunited with the air, the light
And the spirit in the room.
These escaped emotions weigh heavily on the mind who created the lock.
Freedom becomes impossible at the unveiling of the drawers’ contents.
Key and knife are one of a kind.
Metal, and sharp
Ever so eager to slice through the flesh of those who behold their power.
Two objects, to so many.
Beheld in the eyes of their owner,
A death is imminent at the sight of their lust.
Lust is how they became her possession.
Loss is what formed the lock.
Strength combined with fear,
Such an odd combination,
Will keep the lock sealed forever.
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