In Judas' Eye | work in progress

I am trapped in my own house
Waiting for a guest
An unwelcome man with a black briefcase
In which he will bring cakes
I will stand red wine
But I will drink it alone
I will undo my red dress
But he will see nothing
I will ask him to sit
On my doormat
And to say a poem
But he will not hear it
Or I will ask him to sing
But he will refuse
He will eat cakes and come back home
To his wife, kids and the dog
He will not knock, I will not answer
I will stay alone with my judas
In my smashed door