the water in the
Clawfoot bathtub
is red and full of blood
and petals cut like knives
in the water

it’s sunny
light filters through the curtains
filters through blood draining

floral bedspread
and okra on a paper plate
cabernet
the wooden floor creaks
enter you

the dusk in the living room
bounces off walls

this is the house I built
this is forever

crumbling walls
and flames
*welcome home