Houses

Houses

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Genre: Poetry

Houses:

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

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A poem exploring a metaphor for a toxic relationship.
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A poem exploring a metaphor for a toxic relationship.

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Submitted: April 05, 2017

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Submitted: April 05, 2017

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I'd leave, but you've packed my bags with guilt.

There were rats in the walls before this house was built.

Now there's stains in the carpet and skeletons in the closet,

We once had a key but somehow you've lost it.

These halls echo with screams of slamming doors.

I gave you all I had but you keep asking for more.

This whole neighborhood's become a ghost town,

You didn't want me to move so you burned the houses down.

Don't you see this house was never meant to stand?

Can't you see this house is damned?

Stop nailing pictures to the walls,

The poses are staged and the smiles are false.

All you're doing is leaving holes.

All you're doing is stealing souls.

We're all trapped like ghosts in the halls,

Praying to god this damned house falls

Down around you in clouds of dust.

Leave all these old memories to rust

Believe me, this house will burn too.

I'll watch it turn to ash if it's the last thing I do.

Hopefully I'll be the one to put a match to the drapes.

I'll be the last soul this house ever takes.


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