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
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
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
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