Another poem from my self-published chapbook, dim lights, dim reality, also featured on the @untwineme.ph instagram page. 

DOORS

the doors are locked. 
the doors are all locked but i pretend you can break
into the house anyway; 
the doors are locked regardless, this is not 
my home. 
the way wood gets into you when you kick it open, the way 
it splinters around your leg and holds 
it in every jagged angle, is probably 
the only way to describe how i love. 
i like to think i can be something 
else, but when i climb through the curtains like that, left 
drawn, i feel what it is to be home
where i do not belong and i know
i won't stop coming back, not 
now.

- Charlotte Griffiths
@C.G.POETRY
ORIGINALLY PRINTED IN FEB 2019 IN DIM LIGHTS, DIM REALITY BY CHARLOTTE GRIFFITHS. 

Published by Charlotte Griffiths