In the space between wall and door
The frogs grin:
paper death masks and spindly, clutching fingers
jarring trespassers with their menacing absurdity
On the doorstep
(verge of confession, keyhole whispers)
I stroke their tiny corpses
Defiance taut against my fingertips
(I shall never die)
First published as neodox on www.deviantart.com
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