Home Searching

guttural noises threaten to Escape

as tears burst and echo through my House.

Grief is my Home,

a quasi yet omnipresent encasing.

the Home where the mirrors have forgotten how to reflect.

walls contain my being while the Grief escapes,

oozes through the cracks

and creates a new foundation.

buries itself in the crawlspace and re-appears with every concerned increasingly frantic

knockknockknock

on the door.

Grief is my Home now,

welcoming visitors with crooked smiles and blank stares.

the home that disappears while you’re here.

we both float, cling to each other. i hold onto You because my Home has forgotten

how to protect me

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