There is a place, hidden in the human's mind.

In a blind spot, a dead angle, so nobody would look for it.


In this place is a door.

A door without no frame, not to be expected

A door without no handle not to be opened.

A door without no keyhole not to see throught it.


Behind that door is locked the unavowable, 

The dirt and the filth that human's mind could not handle.

The dark part of itself. 

The impure hidden not to corrupt the mind.


But today, this forbidden door has been left open.

© 2014 by Charly Sauret

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