home is where the horror is
there exists a movement
in this house
between the things
in the air
a fluctuation
of goodvibe badvibe
the heebeejeebees
wiggle
inspire shivers down spines
and general fear-stricken
moments of paralysis
wherein
nothing moves at all.
I wish I could say
it were different
but truth
knots my stomach
and churns my bile
the heating ducts
blow dry
to curl skin up at its edges
creasing every fault line
deeply embedded in knuckles
deeper
it gusts the stale stench
of land-locked negotiations
so each moment of despair
leads each moment of happiness
along by the teeth
it is an unsteady existence
marred by the perpetual
wavering of design and objective
and held uncertainly
by fools.
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