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- A house is like a human
- But not just on the outside
- With eye-like windows and a door for a mouth
- The inside is the same
- A kitchen, for processing food
- A living room, for thinking and talking
- The basement is the same
- Filled with the cadavers of spiders
- And dusted fragments that once were webs
- Unopened boxes from the far past
- Still with peeling tape
- Somehow keeping the worn cardboard together
- The basement is dark
- The lights never seem to fully illuminate it like other rooms
- Just like us.
- But the basement should not be feared
- The bedroom
- However
- Should be.
- It doesn’t have spider cadavers or fragmented webs
- Or boxes with peeling tape
- That’s not how the bedroom scares you
- As even though the kitchen is for eating
- The bedroom
- Is the maw
- Of the house.
- As you lay in bed
- Grasping onto those last strands of consciousness
- Before you slip away to a dreamless slumber
- You give yourself to the house.
- Your helpless, unpiloted but still animate body
- Just lying there
- Wrapped in cotton sheets and goose down
- In those fleeting moments
- With all the lights off
- Tuning out the other sounds
- Of the waking world
- The house is patient
- For it cannot starve
- But it can hunger
- So it waits
- An endurance game
- It waits
- For your fatigue to take over
- The house is patient
- A house is like a human
- The windows follow you like pupils
- The door mimics the movement of lips
- But it’s not just on the outside
- With a kitchen for processing food
- And a living room for thinking and talking
- A basement for fears
- And a bedroom
- For a mouth.
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