our house is haunted,
skeletons in the closet
and
ghosts in the attic.unwelcome nostalgia
that will taint
all memories in this home.leave before the cobwebs
and dust consume
you too.
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.
the houses on hills
our house is haunted,
skeletons in the closet
and
ghosts in the attic.unwelcome nostalgia
that will taint
all memories in this home.leave before the cobwebs
and dust consume
you too.