An Old House
Morguefile
Pellinni
i live in a house with good bones though 117 years makes its skin sag its insulation fray its paint chip
i listen to its heartbeat in those last moments before sleep takes me
pine treads give a little on the stairs as you come up
lay your old bones next to mine in shifting softness
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2018
Posted for Poets United
Pellinni
i live in a house with good bones though 117 years makes its skin sag its insulation fray its paint chip
i listen to its heartbeat in those last moments before sleep takes me
pine treads give a little on the stairs as you come up
lay your old bones next to mine in shifting softness
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2018
Posted for Poets United
