She Dreamt of a House with Five Rooms

 

She approached the door to the house with timidity.

Crossing the threshold into a dimly lit room, only small

slivers

of light spilled across the floor from the dusty window pane

on her left.

She placed one foot carefully in front of the other

making her way down the  long  and n  a  r  r  o  w hallway.

Blue china plates hung on

BOTH                                                                                                                                                   SIDES

of the hall, feeling the deep pain of never being used.

She accidentally picked one up and threw

it to the rough, wooden floorboards,

b

e

l

o

w.

The dish shattered. Unrecognizable.

The mangy hound of guilt trampled over the shards, sat at her feet,

and breathed his hot breath on her ankles.

She wore her longing draped around her neck in the form of a knit scarf

as she swept up the broken pieces.

She reassembled them with scotch tape and it looked good

when you weren’t looking.

She wiped the blood from her hands with

a handkerchief her mother embroidered for her.

The pink lettering remained unfinished.

She leashed up the mangy hound and turned to leave.

As she made her way out the door, she was blinded by the hot sun,

her eyes refocused and she was lying in bed.

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About kscoughlin2013

I'm a full time college student studying English Literature and Secondary Education, a part time dreamer, and occasionally I write a decent poem or take an okay picture.
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