The house had
'for sale' signs
branded across
its newly painted,
white picket fence
sunlight beamed
down on the house
like a spotlight
to say
'look at me'
with it's bright
red rose gardens and
wooden shutters,
it reminded her
of the dollhouse
she had given away,
before realizing
what she had given
with it.
this cream colored
weatherboard house
was perfect
<i>on the outside</i>
but stepping inside
it looked far
less like the
perfection
she had
first thought
and it no longer
remind her
of a dollhouse;
but instead,
a very different
image came to mind;
one of the night
where her life
became like the inside
of the house.
'This is the house
of my dreams;'
she spoke softly,
hoping god
wasn't listening;
because
he always
did have
a way
of crushing
her dreams.
