she's in the
those pine
floorboards
that cry to you
when your
feet whisper
to the door,
she's in the
backdoor
hinges that
weep when you
clinch your jaw
hoping she stays
asleep
she knows
but she loves you
and she's tired
of being stepped
on and shut out
and soon you'll
find yourself
dragging
cinderblocks on
pine needles
leaving through
the front door. MJB
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
she's in the
those pine
floorboards
that cry to you
when your
feet whisper
to the door,
she's in the
backdoor
hinges that
weep when you
clinch your jaw
hoping she stays
asleep
she knows
but she loves you
and she's tired
of being stepped
on and shut out
and soon you'll
find yourself
dragging
cinderblocks on
pine needles
leaving through
the front door. MJB
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