The Toxic House
There is a modest house
in an unimportant town,
looks like nothing ominous
measured by the others around.
Not anything to give
its mystery away,
undisturbed it hides
its threatening decay.
It maintains its secret
buried deep
its stench, concealed
as it creeps.
You only perceive it
when the nebulizer wails,
it holds its occupants
in a contaminated jail.
A tank pumps sterile air
into failing lungs,
behind the bedroom door
its distant drums.
Coughs exorcise the struggle
in a warning call,
as the destroyer awaits
beyond the hall.
As mildewed as it
the lungs will become,
then the dwelling
will have won.
The people will abandon
the home of black,
as death will carry
them away on its back.
The casket foresees,
the mold still grows.
Will they answer its propose?
only the house knows.
Sherrie
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-03-05 02:07:12
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