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I move, swiftly, out of pace The room shifting I am forgetting all about this place Before I leave Making sure I will never come back to go through that door Stomach knots when I clasp the handle Rotate a 90 degrees My feet heavy, my heart thumping, I freeze Memories wafting through the opened crack Curling around my face like an unwanted and unpleasant breeze I freeze Orison, a swarm succumbing to a feverish itch Scratched it to catch it going nowhere above my head Here in this white and grey pastel hallway History’s hand comes down heavy handed Clamps itself around my throat It won’t let go until I let go And I can’t let go of these maddening picture shows Black around my cavernous eyes Peer inside, glacial stalactites and dust mites The heart commanding what my hand ghostwrites As murmurs and noise and lights Omnipresent or unclear, at least I know It’s everywhere and it isn’t mine The hand that writes Speaks my mind The tongue it keeps does not play kind The heart thuds and thumps once more Loudly bringing it to the fore All the faces that I’ve seen before All their menacing smiling eyes Turn around Lock the door Walk away This house, this history and all its mysteries They’re not yours anymore
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
This House
I move, swiftly, out of pace The room shifting I am forgetting all about this place Before I leave Making sure I will never come back to go through that door Stomach knots when I clasp the handle Rotate a 90 degrees My feet heavy, my heart thumping, I freeze Memories wafting through the opened crack Curling around my face like an unwanted and unpleasant breeze I freeze Orison, a swarm succumbing to a feverish itch Scratched it to catch it going nowhere above my head Here in this white and grey pastel hallway History’s hand comes down heavy handed Clamps itself around my throat It won’t let go until I let go And I can’t let go of these maddening picture shows Black around my cavernous eyes Peer inside, glacial stalactites and dust mites The heart commanding what my hand ghostwrites As murmurs and noise and lights Omnipresent or unclear, at least I know It’s everywhere and it isn’t mine The hand that writes Speaks my mind The tongue it keeps does not play kind The heart thuds and thumps once more Loudly bringing it to the fore All the faces that I’ve seen before All their menacing smiling eyes Turn around Lock the door Walk away This house, this history and all its mysteries They’re not yours anymore
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
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