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May 5, 2013

Peeling skin Coats the walls Of travesty And love. Chisel me away, I beg you. And don’t bother Priming me again. Pick away My drywall ribs. And leave me Unfinished.

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Spiral PoetryMay 6, 2013

I'd never realized, but you're so right! I actually use a house as a metaphor for another one of my poems, too, This Small House (also on here), now that I think about it. As for the window, this is just an image on Google that I felt fit. I didn't want one with a window initially, and I'll probably change it when I find a better one. I suppose the window is a metaphor for a healthy, happy love and life, though.

doan.benMay 5, 2013

Houses work as such great metaphors, and it works well here, too! I would like to know more about the window in the photo, though!