House of Pain
Is it still there,
the green chirping world
beyond the grey window panes.
Curtains,
I remember curtains fluttering,
an invisible hand of fate tracing
the lines of black and white;
I remember soiled curtains,
maybe grey stains – and a Dragon’s Breath.
Is it still there,
the salient sign of life beyond the creaking fences
dividing us
from them.
Carpets,
I remember soft carpets slowly coming alive,
becoming sentient and hating everything;
I remember soiled carpets,
magnolia on magnolia
maybe magnolia stained – and a Shark’s Tooth.
Is it still there,
the spell cast, the breadcrumbs left for you
to find your way back into the fold.
Door,
I remember the open door,
the keys dropped and your one-line note;
I remember a door now closed –
with only a fading memory of someone
once loved.
