Leah K.

I’m in three walls, one door

How didn’t I notice before?

So turn the knob.

First push you’re free—

Allusion.

Second time’s confusing me.

Last is painful.

Residue of the room, clouding what is sure.

This face convinces you, and it’s owner

That face is a liar.

No matter how wide the door,

Appearances are blocking the exit.

I blame the face, but the core

Of the problem is the one maintaining it.