this house is a monster.
its eating me alive,
a sleek and filthy mouth
that devours me from inside out.
morning the light shines in
and i close the drapes
to keep the stick of sick and tears
from leaking into the world.
the telephone rings and on the line theres a friend,
but i let it float away like the last
lifeboat bound for shore,
im sinking into this carpet and this couch,
im sinking into the smell of tapwater,
the crawl of the walls up my spine,
but the door remains closed.

09/20/2012

Posted on 09/20/2012
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