Black House

When I see the black house rise in front of me

A mood crawls up my mind

Seeing an ancient purpose

Repurpose itself

I thought it was over

But the dark paint is still dripping

As if it never dried

I never turned around

I should’ve checked if I locked the door

I was careless because I was afraid

And now all the windows are open

And the draft’s blowing in

The water’s seeping the wood

I better hold tight for the wave

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