visitor

date written: December 23, 2014

the world outside turned dark and purple,

but my mind left the back light on. 

for memories need a home

when the conscious mind chooses to leave them behind.

but when a dark figure dressed in all black appeared,

the light flickered.

he tipped his hat, hung his coat and made his way upstairs.

not a knock,

or a sound more.

he closed the door and no one has seen him since. 

the door stays locked after that