The Frogs
In the space between wall and door
The frogs grin:
paper death masks and spindly, clutching fingers
jarring trespassers with their menacing absurdity
On the doorstep
(verge of confession, keyhole whispers)
I stroke their tiny corpses
Defiance taut against my fingertips
(I shall never die)
An earlier draft of 'The Frogs' first appeared under the pseudonym 'neodox' on www.deviantart.com.