The door shrieks a welcome,

Every time we enter

And the floorboards creak familiarly

with our every stride,

The beds prepare to nest us

,Every night, in a warm embrace

The peeling wallpaper threatens a glimpse

Into the secrets we try to veil

.The bookshelf gathers dust and wisdom,

It’s been watching for quite some time

beckoning for our attention,

neglected, left to rot

On violent nights,

the curtains billow and thrash against window panes

mirroring our temperament

The walls soak up your every sound,

As it resonates around your roomT

hey hear the cries, the yells, the laughter

They know of what you do