The spirits of this house
The floorboards creak in the darkness of night,
the footsteps of the Firth family, the Anderson family,
long gone now, we thought, but there is still
some weight there, their footsteps cause the
floorboards to creak and wake me in the night.
There is breathing this morning, snoring even,
of someone who used to live here,
we thought they were long gone, but there
is still some power in their inhales,
their exhales, only stopping when
they wake up and start their day.
The floorboards creak in the darkness of night,
the footsteps of the Firth family, the Anderson family,
long gone now, we thought, but there is still
some weight there, their footsteps cause the
floorboards to creak and wake me in the night.
There is breathing this morning, snoring even,
of someone who used to live here,
we thought they were long gone, but there
is still some power in their inhales,
their exhales, only stopping when
they wake up and start their day.
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