The hand leaves the door before the echo of the knock returns. Barbed wire and holly leaf shapes, she runs her fingers down crackling through them at the doorpost, a sheaf of serpents filling up a glove.
An answer over the wall, dangles in the night, and follows the knock around the corner. The seeker spreads her wrist, leaves her unassuming gift at the threshold, and backs against a pillar. The faces above find a cross of paths in that depth of time, the step in the terraced tempo meeting out the finished woven strands of wind-washed sand.
Bent by invisible glass, the approach remains the same as they meet – sent by the answer, and the knock lands neatly between them.
The bounty unfolds beneath the towering faces of nighttime knowledge, receiving sweet forevers to vaults in unearthly charm.

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/12/12