A Home Never Welcome

abandoned old souls at the end of the street, stories that have been meaning to speak

Saying “Get comfortable,” doesn’t make the seat any warmer

Creased smiles and tired eyes

It’s exhausting having the same plot

Play over and over

Like a lullaby, the record player rots

Soundtrack for a horror movie on an abandoned lot

I hate expensive things here

Because you can see the bones in the walls

And they breath old memories that turned into dust

The air is worn and the chairs creak

The trees outside tap on the dirty windows like they’re trying to speak

Summer never lives in the corners of the pantry

And the tears finally reach down to your chin

The beds are too broken in

The curtains have more holes than these relationships

And the heart stops beating in this ribcage

Implode turn into a fracture

The ink on the floral tablecloth bleeds more

Than the melting faces on pictures from tears on an old soul

And the lamp in the living room doesn’t turn on anymore

This house is slouching

You can see the faded outlines

Faces of life

That had no more time, sane in the right mind

Yet people say age gives character

But this place is dead

The flowers are pale

The stems snapped off

Maybe there’s nothing left here

Resurrection attempted too many times

Post the eviction notice

And let the souls fade before my eyes