My house was built in 1926 It was plastered with white stucco framed within a blue trim, once green which still shows through chips of paint flaking off like a scab from a curious child's playground wounds
This house fended off storms and fires for nearly one hundred years and stood tall and strong even when my family fell to pieces
Dad should have left a long time ago No one could sleep with him around as he snored through our tragedy: A mother and a father who hated each other, both too stubborn to leave
I had dreams at 4AM, when I could sleep, of the house collapsing, and these walls caving in burying us alive in dusty white gravel
Mom wanted to be free like she was when she would smoke cigarettes in her 20's with young men lucky enough to have her
Dad didn't want the world to see us destroyed So he stayed inside our little white tudor tearing down the walls as we all fell apart and were buried beneath the wreckage that tore us all to pieces