think of me like a house

think of me like a house
with a hundred compact rooms
filled with antiques and broken mirrors
the bones are still good
think of me like a house
with mismatched chairs
and vaulted ceilings
my height is my advantage
think of me like a house
where you hold your love for safe keeping
where your secrets stay within the walls
i peel them off like wallpaper
think of me like a home
where we are safe
and gloriously free

M.

Poetry

Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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