Poetry, Uncategorized

Monsters

Faded marks of existence

occupy this, once upon a time, home.

Walls scrape their edges

as you sit here tearing at your skin.

Your rotten mind holds thoughts

and this house cherishes all its memories.

Dear love, run from these monsters you've come to know

before the hourglass runs out of time to give you.

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