House of Leaves

Take one last look and try to remember
before the dying room collapses into the Earth.
This was once your sanctuary
now it’s dust and dirty truths
as you pair the jigsaw of a memory to the physical.
Where your bliss was, is also where you laid aching
for the brooding sky to swallow you into nothing.
The musings on these walls were only there to
make up for the lack of sunny memories.
The split, spider-web mirror didn’t catch any smiles
nor did it give you a better perspective
she showed you what they dared not tell you.
Foolish, rosy-eyed girl
there is no place for you here.
At least, not anymore.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.