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sorry for the double update. but please, read it.
tell me what you think. (sorry it's double spaced...)
Broken Houses and Fingernails
She walked into the shell built upon foundations,
cold concrete in the ground.
Past the faded wallpaper and cracked mirror in the hall where the light was never good,
Trailing her hand across the yellow and the cobwebs.
Every step was a shot in her leg,
And blink was a tiny pinprick of the hurt once there.
This place held so many memories, none of which she cared to remember.
Creaking up the wooden stairs,
She felt the notch she made in the banister with her fingernails.
Better to hurt the banister than let her face show turmoil.
Her door was the same as it had always been.
The dents were as real as she recalled,
And she traced them stonily,
Eyes hard and hands cold.
The glass knob was sharp as she turned it open-
She remembered when she filed it that way…
And the punishment that followed.
They were the scars on her shoulder.
The air was stale and the room thick with dust.
Yellowed with age, no one had been in here for years.
The glass shards still lay on the floor in front of her dresser,
Documents of the last time she had been here.
Voices replayed over and over in her head,
Screaming, anger, rage.
She took it all in,
Head held high and shoulders straight.
Her eyes never changed.
Downstairs in the kitchen the table was broken.
She remembered building it,
And saw the mistake she’d made sanding one of the legs.
A cabinet door was hanging on a hinge, never fixed,
And the dim bare lightbulb was still over the dingy sink.
Old newspapers and coffee mugs littered the table with Heineken bottles-
She remembered this too.
Her hand brushed the scar over her eyebrow,
A battle scar from a surprise attack with a bottleneck.
Her hands were steady.
Near the side door, the tarnished lamp still hung.
She pulled her keys from her pocket, fingering the sole one on the ring.
She strode to the fixture, taking her time,
Shoulders square and chin strong,
And walked away with the key swinging from the lamp arm.
She stepped through the door, out and away, never looking back.
She felt no regrets, not wanting to ever look upon
The house that had never been her home.
please comment guys, and tell me what you really think of it. i want to know more than anything.