What happens ❓♀️ when a house grows⬆️⬆️ sick ? Does it wander ? Does it sit ? When footstep echos walk new halls, when key ️locks rust and bend〰️, does it feel the rot beneath⬇️ its walls? A memory️ it was, old peace ✌️✌️of mind, no piece of mind, why♀️? It leaves. A hundred days️, a million more, with windows fogged️☁️ and shaking doorsit wraps, it coils, waits♂️and roars. All toosilentfor an angry house. An empty️ house. A beautiful♀️✨ house️. Can you hear the creaks? The river ️bends, the mountains⛰️️ moons around↩️ the corner? Will you even listen? Or just walk past, pay no mind♀️, drop a quarter? A lonesome blue on street ️️sides, coughing, storing, growing⬆️⬆️, wishing☄️ you never left it to rot alone♂️. When footsteps slice the halls once more⌚, and rot knocks down the door, pray you are far, lands ️away from the war⚔️⚔️. What happens❓❓❓when a Hhouse️️️ growssick☣️? It grows away➡️, running roots. It leaves.