Two Story Horror House

An Afternoon upon a pained wooden foot
walking to my home inside a monster
who hurts hearts /  a child grown \
who waits for me there like a storm
i went into the front door
  he sent me to a place i never knew
the skies were bleeding blood
~~ she left me alone to deal with
our youngest child |  i forgot how
love felt when i became devoured
by horror

   I now wander alone.
In your eyes do you see love?  
I honestly believe you died years
ago inside your own storm and
never asked for help from me.

Crushed me.  With things you did.
Not what I did to you.  Watching
me die and how you must have smiled.
Hating your choices but never mine.

But I still breath.

:: 07.11.2022 ::

About EPRobles

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