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Valet without Eyelids

No flames, no knives, no screams...
Just what you brought with you
He waits by the door with hands like wax
A smile stitched thin across his cracks
His eyes stay open, always dry
Like wounds that forgot how to cry
The air hangs sweet and sour and stale
Like meat kept cool beneath the veil
He bows, and something in his spine
Snaps like a clock that’s lost its time
A bow, a nod, a voice too flat
He says: “No punishments, no racks”
But something sharp lives in his breath
A pause before he speaks of death
The valet has no eyelids
He never learned to sleep
He watches through your silence
And listens when you weep
His voice cuts like a needle
Through skin that’s worn too thin
He opens up the waiting room
And tells you: “Step within”
The lights buzz low like dying flies
The walls breathe slow but never sigh
No chains. No hooks. No furnace red
Just velvet walls and something dead
His uniform stays crisp and clean
The cleanest thing I’ve ever seen
I ask him: “What comes after this?”
He says: “You’ll hardly notice it"
His tongue moves thick with ash and glue
He says: “No torment, just what’s due
His feet don’t move but still he glides
Like thoughts that have nowhere to hide
The valet has no eyelids
And now he’s closing yours
He stares into your breathing
And counts you into fours
His smile splits the silence
Like cracks in buried bone
He leads you past the threshold
And leaves you there alone
Eyes open
Always open
You’ll never blink again
Step within