Sunday, February 1, 2009

Return

The house was supposed to be
empty
He'd prepared himself for
that

He thought he'd find it
hollow
Lacking, dry and cold

But no, the house was
full

To his dismay and
shock
It haunted and assaluted him with lights and sounds and smells

The memories oppressed him
'Til at last he laid still and
forgot.

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