new house

you can have your new house without me

you can paint over every despair stained wall

you can discard of every reminder of who i was

but your guilt will always strangle you

the trauma we’ve experienced has sunk deep in the walls

it oozes out and pools on the floor and sticks to your feet as you walk

sometimes you swear you can hear it scream at you as you pass

and your nose will tell you that mold still grows beneath the paint

it feels taxing and poisonous to breathe