Last night there were knocks
on a door which woke me up
wondering if this
was deliberate knocking on my door
maybe from the homeless people
in the woods next door or someone else
who needed me in the middle
of the night and without pajamas
I left the bed to have a look
& then remembered I was naked
with a fear that someone
could have been looking in at me
standing there oblivious to the fact
that death’s knock had come
to the neighbor in the house
west of me as I went back to sleep
dVerse prompt on a one sentence poem containing perhaps an embarrassing experience and incorporating the end of civilization
6 thoughts on “Death’s Knock”
Ooh getting goosebumps on this one, both for your possibly being ogled while naked, and for the fact that death was knocking, just not at your door.
This one gave me a definite chill, Jane.
I like the narrative and hearing death knock but on someone else’s door. Very nice.
Oh, I gasped out loud! Wonderful! I love the twist on the primordial dream of being naked in public, but how it’s somehow okay when it’s just Death, but not yours.
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Reminds me of a time I was alone in a hotel room and in naked slumber when there was aggressive pounding at my door at two in the morning. They were yelling that it was the cops and that they were going to come right in and I was so confused and yelled that I didn’t even have clothes on but I opened the door and hid behind it while one of them threw a blanket at me (at least they had that decency) and it was an ordeal but they eventually realized they had the wrong door. I like your version better.
The thought that death comes knocking at a door is scary in itself… but having to meet with death naked sounds scarier