I tried to find a home in you.
But every corridor led to disappointment,
the floorboards all creaked with deciept.
I told myself I imagined
the shadows
on the staircase.
That the noises from the basement were all in my head.
Until I found bodies buried benethe the roses,
you said,
you planted just for me.
And I couldn’t ignore the whispering walls
screaming
RUN, RUN… LEAVE.
