in between doors

the look in your eyes could not conceal
the fire burning on the alien fireplace
an interesting way of slamming the door
and rushing to the already open one
no more obstacles in the way
no more pebbles to hurt
during the walking
no more
high on the neighborhood
low was the stringless puppet
devoid of life
soul
purpose
regardless of what came out of your mouth
you didn't give a shit