This is an english project and just a book of my poetry :) enjoy gang cause a normal ff chapter will be up tommorow!
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When the house split in half,
It was a baseball to a vase, a break in the water reservoirs gate.
A toxic spill that tainted everything it touched, living with it broke the bonds of brotherly love turned the hollow house walls to a haunted heathened memories.
As fake fairy doors and sugar coated memories turned to demons under the bed and wishing thoughts would breach the walls of your skull and leave your head.
When the house split in half,
Every inch of the house left lonely and full,
Mothers crying on the sofa.
Saying she wished she were killed.
A bloody knife in your hand that was once in your back.
As tears fill well watered eyes.
As her insults and sharp words turned into spears that tore down the houses walls,
you build them higher so that she could no longer get in.
You remove the key from under the mat and change the locks on the doors.
A bath is running as the delicate faucets break, the water flows onto the floor flooding.
Drowning the house
The bathroom has writing on its weak walls
You wanted this didn't you daughter
you are happy now aren't you
This is what you asked for
You attended the funeral of the house that burned down
along with its bitter memories
of the police on the line.
You were always the one saying that we were running out of time!
Sentences written in mothers bright burned lipstick
Large paper envelopes where slid under the doors,
Inside the house there was a three way war,
Sentences stuck to the sides of sunken in skulls, afraid attempts to flush them out brought them closer to the surface.
The house fell apart,
As the sharp tongue in the mouth of a broken mother hit your back like the rap of a whip that had been used everyday for the past fifteen years.
Her venomous spit like a snake without its skin hit your heart.
The wet walls and blood floors from all the pain that was in the house remembered no times before
Only it being this way
Only your heart being sore.
Only the windows hanging off their hinges,
only tables turned,
only countertops scorched.
Only the house being torn.
This is what happened when my house split.
