So I know personal poems are supposed to remain personal, but it's just what I'm writing right now. So here goes!
Haunted House
Haunted house, my breath is shy.
Rotting shadows consuming rotting shadows.
With flightless fear, I caress abandoned you.
My dark, looming treasure,
I hold together infested floors and doors,
Tape shut gaping holes.
With you perishes hope.
Now my Alice-limbs stretch out your doll-house windows
Because the springy world pushes back against my soles.
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