'all daughters turn into bloodthirsty hounds, after years of licking their own wounds and biting their own tongue'
sometimes, i think my house is haunted
but i think more about it and
i think it's because everybody
here is angry and seem to have unfinished business that they wish they could solve themselves
instead i keep this house
there is new rules every day
and it's my job to make sure
that i don't break any and anger them
it's also my job to make sure nobody else
breaks any of the rules
because i get the punishment,
since i keep this house
i try my best to keep this house
melancholic and unsad
but secretly i know i actually
am, in fact, not fit for this job
at all.
i try to keep my space clean
but i wonder why i should
when everything else is messed up:
all of it is my mess to take care of,
and i haven't taken care of the mess in the air
and the weeds growing through their emotions which i fail to garden every day
my walls are covered in all of my favourite people
i've never met any of them but i know
that they would take good care of me
and keep me nicely
i don't know what i did to be
the keeper of this house
or if i deserve it or not
but i keep the best i can
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short writings
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