Door I

Prying word clench teeth hard sharp hair black eyes talk face. Open. Run finger my back gentle up down, talk open door she come in. Been there in between so long. Always. Seem to be starve. Holding me she say. Tender. Listen. We sit like that for a month maybe. Listen, she tell me. Running through that door where he is not. Room. Just once she want to open door he be there. She be back after one more look. Some nook or crannie. Him. Your turn. Wait a while.