Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
The lock presents itself,
like an eye weeping
bitter, midnight tears,
streaming down a mottled skin
bloodstained with defence,
and offers, enigmatic,
in archèd brow,
a choice of gee or zee.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 12.22.23
Prompt: As per illustration.
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