this isn't my best poem but I need to make sure I don't give away ones that I'm using for competitions TT press space (not mouse) enjoy! :)
*red shutters* blue paint chipped and faded still sounds like chimes & dissonance ringing from the out-of-tune piano in the living room but you don’t hear the thunder & rain & tears that fall like storms or the creaky wooden walls slowly breaking down in the water hail stings & mud seeps & the blue house has red shutters that sound like the gentle tapping of a rainy day too long ago because storms hurt like trees that forget & axes that remember & books & toys & memories that unravel slowly i jump in terror at the crackle of lightning in the distance because i remember that lightning hurts but it’s just the crackle of a red shutter closing shut. the axe remembers & the fire remembers & the storm hurts & the hail cuts streaks into your skin & there is a house at the corner of the road with chipped blue paint & red shutters & too many memories.
