we thought the house was ours after we had bought it,
but it was not.
i wish i had payed attention to all the danger signs.
i wish i had listened to the gypsies
when they warned us of this old place.
the house doesn't want us here.
or to be precise, inhabitants of the house
who had lived there
for hundreds of years.
YOU ARE READING
New Voice
PoetryPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles
