HAUNTED HOUSE
HAUNTED HOUSE
my finger runs across the banister up to the door the paint flaking off the gold knob tarnished and window covered in cobwebs
slowly turning the knob the door creaks open lights flicker as I enter dragging my fingers across the dusty end table where my keys go and your picture sits guarding them
spiders skitter across the floor into the kitchen across yellow caution tape
burning sage and your strawberry perfume linger
your bookshelf sits empty at the end of the hallway well almost
a silver box sits on the sagging middle shelf sparkling
taking the steps up to the attic where the mice chew on the corners of the boxes opening the boxes the pictures pristine
taking the boxes downstairs putting your smile on every table
placing lilies between each
the couch sits facing the kitchen the cushion faded and dented I sit down and drift away
HAUNTED HOUSE
my finger glides along the railing towards the door the paint is peeling the gold knob is dull and the window is covered in spider webs
gently turning the knob the door creaks open the lights flicker as I step inside running my fingers over the dusty table where I usually keep my keys and your photo is there watching over them
spiders hurry across the floor into the kitchen over yellow warning tape
the smell of burning sage and your strawberry scent remains
your bookshelf is empty at the end of the hall well, almost empty
a silver box is there on the sagging middle shelf shining
climbing the stairs to the attic where mice nibble on the edges of the boxes opening the boxes the pictures are untouched
bringing the boxes down putting your smile on every table
placing lilies between each one
the couch faces the kitchen the cushion is worn and indented I sit down and lose myself