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