i have walked these
hallways before
again and again
again & again

my head rings as I recall
the words my father
once told me, things he uttered
under his breath but absolutely
hard-pressed

what's in it for me?
what's really in it for me?
what is the pull, the inconceivable
tug? is it love? is it wealth? is it
hope for happiness?
hope for an end?

my feet hurt, my brain regurgitates
these foul thoughts onto ***** plates
the kitchen sink now covered in
the whispers of lost lovers,
things we said back then

the smell of the flowers in the
garden sting the nostrils, the sweet
scent of that slow decay
the fossils of the promises
amongst the dead leaves &
fruit not safe to eat

the vibrant colors could bring a tear to my eye

i was told you'd be coming home
my back hurts, i've been laying
on the bathroom floor, I can hear the
termites in the walls, rats scurry
above the ceiling,

these wooden walls were meant to fall

but that's okay, we wanted it that way

my feet hurt, my back aches &
my head is ringing, it could
bring a tear to my eye and it
stings the nostrils

but i was told you would be coming home

i will fall with these wooden walls