up in dead of night
i hear the fast thud
of our home’s heartbeat

walls titter coming alive
argumentatively comparing
their framed fripperies

creak and moan
for attention
then as my heartbeat
fills my throat i hear soft
footfalls descending…..

our evenly pulsing
walls made vibrant and
alive by us during daytime
come night fall
turn mysterious
gripped by shadows

I hear their heartbeat
loudly thumping
under cover of night
stillness of my “me” time
is thus rent by staccato
pounding of my own heartbeat


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