pieces of me

lay on the floor

cracking glass

and slipping tar

a roof caved in

shelves unkempt

a buring house i keep,

i know this well.

paint the door

and paper the walls

still my windows break

still my roof falls

i live in a house

falling apart

a house made of pieces

littering the floor

i struggle to clean

to straighten and order

when someone approaches

my crumbling house

the faster the pieces fall

what was once a sprinkle,

now a shower.

they pull back my shutters

unblock my door

the window is cracked,

and the room aired

walls are stripped blank

floors are wiped bare

where there once was garbage

now is plain

all my stifled emotions

draining away