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Going Home
 lizabethrose - (wildebeth)
 
02:17pm 13/12/2005
 
 
Beth posting in Writing - Poetry, Short Fiction, Personal Essays,


Going Home

The house filled with fear;
swollen walls like a sigh.
An echo wanders the halls.

Is your skin crawling,
pimpling to sighs and sobs?--
Something moved! Didn’t you see it?

Even the eight-legged fiend has fled,
leaving
his sticky nest behind.

Did you hear laughter? Or was it a groan?
Memory of sound is frozen
in frigid air--

your bloodless fingers grip a dusty banister.
Cracks and bumps
in the wood and rock, there to trip
unsuspecting visitors.

Avoid

shadowy corners and once-living vegetation.
Trees--leafless and looming, the
bark rotten and decayed.


Written for my Creative Writing Portfolio (ENG 306) from an exercise entitled "Haunted House," 2005.
Revised 6/18/2006
mood: chipperchipper
 
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