Go and open the coconut cream door,

maybe you’ll see a frozen, wet snowman waving goodbye as it melts.

Go and open the indigo door,

maybe you’ll find the berry sky disappear as you sleep.

Go and the ruby door,

maybe you’ll see the wine blood,

dripping down the door 

like the rain racing down the window.

Go and the ink  door,

maybe you’ll see a spider that wants to eat you

 like when you want to eat a delicious pizza.