5/16/19

A thin body dragged along the ground.

Cracking bones,

Splintering like the floor of her

Great grandfathers' house.

Twisted limbs,

Like the willow outside her

Great grandfathers' house.

Peeling skin from flesh,

White like the peeling paint on her

Great grandfathers' house.

Scraping leather,

Like the pelts that hung on the back porch of her

Great grandfathers' house.

Concrete gives way,

Like the spider webs made of moss on the steps of her

Great grandfathers' house.

Blood splatters, glass shatters,

Like the once glimmering beveled windows in her

Great grandfathers' house.

Protruding white,

Like the sharp rock ground that peaks out from the soft ground in the yard of her

Great grandfathers' house.

Awkward angles,

Like the steep rise of the stairs and the sharp turns of the doorways in the halls of her

Great grandfathers' house.

Collapsed lungs,

Concaving like the rock chimney of her

Great grandfathers' house.

Screaming sounds,

That reminded her of the whistling chimes by the door of her

Great grandfathers' house.

Closed eyes,

Like the now forever closed door of her

Great grandfathers' house.