by walter conley
this house is haunted
when i try i
swear girl
i can it hear it rot
i see the colors in the corners
come unfocused when you’re not
their angles soft when you are hard
their shadows black when you are bright
I feel the floors walk underneath your feet
to guide you through the night
the windows laughing when you look
the steam clouds falling when you cook
my god the air
upon the basement stair
tugging at your hair
you want to love me but you can’t
afraid of what the house might do
and we both know that this is true
it dreams of running our dreams through
an evil house must be the reason
why you treat me like you do
this evil house must be the cause
because it simply can’t be you
Bio:
In addition to writing short fiction and poetry, Walter Conley draws on occasion and records
original music with Janelle Rene under the name KATHARINE HEPCAT. You can reach him at
pitchbrite@gmail.com.
The song Frankie by Katherine Hepcat is in the right side bar.
1 comments:
unique style for a unique story. pretty cool, and it worked well.
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