The House

unlock this front door

let the robbers take it all

the picture frames that

echoing an ongoing emptiness

driving the roots out of the floor.

the house smells

of rotten milk

the house smells

of smoke less the fire

the house is dark and dim

burning flames create history

the house looks like

happy smiles

dying laughter

a handful of success

built from the bottom up.

the house is a plane crash

luggage spilled out all

over the hardwood floor

run out the back door

unlock

and nothing is left but

the empty picture frames.

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