The house that falls down

The house that falls down

A Poem by Ally

The front door gets blown off the hinges.


the cupboards collapse.


There goes the picture frames and all the indifferent mirrors, the sum of the pieces equalling about 200 years of bad luck.

With every shout, another window caves in
With every hateful word the walls tremble
Every threat cracks the molding on the ceiling.
The very building is being crushed under the weight of lies and broken promises.

A pair of helpless eyes watch as the cracks begin to grow.

Chairs, tables, lamps, plates, clocks,
Flying across rooms and across universes.

"I wasted my life on you"
The staircase crumbles.

"I can't breathe when I'm around you."
The kitchen bursts into flames.

"I never loved you."

All at once the entire house is still.
There is nothing left but Ash and rubble.

Suddenly, reluctantly, the house rebuilds itself. Piece by piece, brick by brick.

Everything is back where it once was. To a stranger, this is a normal house. Maybe even a nice house.
Looking closely, no amount of paint could cover up the cracks in the foundation.

That night, the house came crashing down again,
As it does every night.

© 2017 Ally

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Added on October 6, 2017
Last Updated on October 6, 2017