Our house

by larna jackson   May 24, 2008


Our house
Is a cage
Where we're roused
With our rage
And choking tears
Frothing blood
Melting fears
Deafening thuds
Stamping feet
Roaring screams
Faces red meet
Scary dreams
Hearts hammering
Teeth chattering
Voices stammering
Bones shattering
In a house
That's a cage,
Filled with rage

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