"Try Another Door" A Darker Poem

 Photo by: Rodion Kutsaev

Photo by: Rodion Kutsaev

“Try Another Door” by, Erica Jacobs

I am a dollhouse.

Mulberry wine paneling,

smooth, brown shingles,

crisp, white shutters.

 

Modest mailbox on my manicured lawn,

White, picket fence,

porch swing.

I don’t open from the front…

Try another door.

 

Ready, set, turn me around.

Do my outsides match my insides?

 

Spoiled, sour, stale

milk.

Cruddy, crazed, crushed

cookware.

Broken, busted, baby

dolls.

 

Jagged spider web mouths

hover over a chandelier.

Chipped, checkered floor,

now an ugly grey…

Try another door.

 

Smelly, soggy, stained

bedding.

Cracked, crooked, coarse

canopy.

Dusty, dingy, dirty

bedposts.

 

No one

wants to sleep here.

No one

wants to be here.

Try another door.

 

Dilapidated, damaged, decayed

figurines.

 

next to a

 

Slanted, severed, smashed

cradle.

 

Watery, wilting, wasting

wallpaper

 

behind

 

Dense, damned, destroyed

Bookcases.

Try another door.

 

Empty wooden rocking horse

calls out,

for one last ride.

 

Who did this to me?

How did I get here?   

 

Compartmentalized,

boxed,

broken,

dark

It’s hot in here.

 

Please

someone

open a…

 

Someone…

try…

another…