haunted.
i miss you, i'm sorry - gracie abrams
“Every corner of this house is haunted”– gracie abrams.
Every corner of this house is haunted.
Every nook, every cranny, every room and everyone.
The curtains intended to block out light only seem to lock me in,
For who dares to look inside this idyllised hell?
The doorframes meant to provide support seem to be chipping away,
Slowly but surely chipping, splinter after splinter.
Cupboards meant to store food soon became a room,
An escape, a place of comfort so uncomfortable.
The nicotine stained ceilings that seemed to lower every day,
A miniscule amount, a thin layer of smoke, yet somehow I suffocate.
Checking every room before entering, every lock before sleeping and every exit before settling.
Every corner of this house is haunted,
A haunting of something still alive.
