I tiptoe across the rotting porch,
carefully feeling each floorboard
with my feet before I tread.
Thick, mahogany curtains
glare at me disapprovingly
from behind windows
like a cross neighbor.
I touch the rotting door
that is missing one of its hinges,
and it creaks open.
A crotchety old wardrobe meets my gaze,
the paint smeared on its doors
warning me to turn back.
I shiver as I breathe air that hasn’t been
breathed in decades, then I venture further,
as welcome as a cockroach
scuttling into a dark corner.
The living room, eerily clean,
beckons me on my left.
A menacing leather armchair
faces the cold fireplace;
its armrests are daggers of destruction.
I sit on the sofa instead, wondering.
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