Between the Lips of the Waterfall

The clips are unfastened. The wig is removed. The iron-pressed shirt is undone along with the bra and the pants. All limbs buried become released as everything is pulled over. Under. Down.

She stands before the door. Feeling the tremor. Goes forward to the lock with fingertips trembling. Searching. Naked. Vulnerable in this corridor of wall, greyed like the lips of a waterfall.