BEWARE, The Door

A door,

Calling upon me at half past two.

I rise from my bed, notice the stillness of the night;

The eeriness of the silence, cut by a voice.

A voice so quiet, a whisper barely heard from just on the other side.

"Open this door and I will take you back."

There are no walls to connect this door and yet it stands.

The space behind the door appears empty, yet a call crept from the other side.

The floor feels like ice as I emerge from the comfort of feathers and cotton.

Curios, I step to the door and place a palm to the wood, feeling a light vibration.

The voice comes back at last, feeling almost as if the door itself is what is speaking.

Impossible.

"Be certain of the time you wish to revisit before opening.

Enter, and change your fate.

When you are satisfied, return to me.

All of the choices you make on this trip will be final.

Reversing what has already been reversed is not a possibility.

Everything that you lost, though, can be regained."

I close my eyes, imagining holding my love in my arms

That fateful night before everything changed.

Everyone expects the pain to have subsided,

But I know that it hasn't and

Deep down

I've been praying to whoever will listen for a do-over.

I clutch the knob, and open the door

Where I am greeted by her again.

"Took you long enough," she teases

And I let the tears fall.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"I've never been better," I reply.

We talk, like no time has passed.

We laugh at the stories we recount of the past.

We hold each other close for awhile, and then she says

"I should really get going. I have a train to catch."

My bones stiffen, my head spins.

"No!"

She looks at me, confused, chuckling.

The pale color of my face startles her.

"Talk to me."

"You can't go. Please, I got a horrible vision."

"I go on this trip every year. What's the problem?"

"Trust me. Wait one more day."

To my surprise and my relief,

She listens.

She is unsettled, but she re-schedules the trip.

I've done it and I bask in the glory of keeping her.

I see the door I came through out of the corner of my eye;

I decide to wait until morning.

In the middle of the night,

There is a disturbance.

From beside me, my lover convulses.

Inconsolable shrieking, her breathing rapid.

Her eyes are closed like she's sleeping,

And I desperately attempt to wake her.

Nothing; I shake her more.

Nothing; I cry out as the screams intensify.

Nothing; something is seen rising out from inside of her chest.

Nothing; blood as black as night envelopes her.

Nothing; silence comes, only interrupted by my own sickness.

Nothing; I sob into the phone as the ambulance arrives.

"Are you satisfied?"

No one can determine what happened.

"Are you satisfied?"

I cannot explain what happened.

"Are you satisfied?"

They found my prints on the murder weapon.

"Are you satisfied?"

I beg for them to listen, but they just think I'm ill.

"Are you satisfied?"

Take me back.

Please take me back.

This was a mistake.

I wanted to save her.

I needed to save her

To save myself.

"Are you satisfied?"