the house
windows boarded
oxidized hinges
rotting wood
matter responds to time
behind frayed curtains
rectangular eyes
stairs sag
towards a chamber
where her secrets
are kept in bolted
lockers
across the yard
rusty swings squeak
hinged on the north-southern
a dark shadow reaches languidly
towards his outstretched hand
there’s weeping
they found
his sister swinging
from a noose
can’t leave now
the eyeless weep
groping in darkness
like he
they are
silently picking
at old scabs
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