Walking slowly through your house
***** cars in old plastic
Heavy with rain
She warned me about you
And your
Afflictions
Not your warmth and fierce protection
Over your little sister
And me
(I didn't mention us)
She pointed to the cracks in the walls  imperfect'
may be violent and ******
Like your fists
That are actually beautiful hands unclenched
That hold me and our world together
I just walked on
Kicked up some dust and marched
Past her house of cards
And paper thin memories
Of another time
Another you