Locked Treasure

I hold the key

against my chest,

its cold metal

against the warmth

of my anxious body.

Like an octopus

brooding her eggs,

I have waited months

for your embrace.

Travelled miles

along a scorching desert,

to be quenched

like a cactus

after Autumn rain.

In front of your door,

inhale a big breath

as I put the key

inside the hole.

Sweat slides

off my panicked face,

when the key fails

to turn the lock.

You reject

my phone calls,

deafened to my cries,

I should have known

your smooth words

were stupid lies.

My fists clenched

in anger, resentful

of my foolishness,

the key to a lock

that has been replaced,

remains buried

in my hands.

~

Prompt for 22nd January 2018: Candid

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