my back screen door, the one beyond the wooden barrier, has gone evil. it keeps wrenching itself away from the latch, slamming against the outside wall, then smashing back into place. it elicits screams from this jumpy child, who recalls years of nightmares focused on that back door. That square of darkness leading out into the unknown. all the while a buzzing from the draft-preventing tape along the top of the doorframe. like the sound of a million killer bees, with wings the size of demon dicks. It scares me. I'm weakhearted, jumpy. I'm afraid something is going to break. These sounds are so destructive.
And so I spend my night.
Posted by samantha at April 5, 2004 01:06 AM