i don't like this house.

the walls are plain and chipped. every window is painted shut and they make me feel dizzy.

the bedroom is tinytinytiny. a dresser and our king sized leave no space for me, let alone us.

outside there's always one siren or another, echoing the shriek of mortality.

the living room is tasteless. like a vacant doctor's office- uninviting and bitter.

this house is old and it's bleak. and it makes me wonder if i'll find my home before i'm old and bleak, too.

© ramblingneurotic