A Poem & A Picture (Day 5)

/ Janna Hill

Woot- woot. We made it !!
In honor of this accomplishment all attendees will receive a freeze-dried ham. Moi.

 

This House

This house creaks, it rattles and squeaks
It rumbles and grumbles and sometimes it shrieks
But through it all it never speaks
… Or maybe we’re just not listening

There’s blood on the walls, tears in the halls
Bruises on carpet from too many falls
You cannot see it with naked eyeballs
… Or maybe we’re just not looking

 

Janna Hill Pose Prose & Poems(My Thoughts Exactly) 1998

 

 

 

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