the little house on the plain of self

bitter, blank.
the uneven wall of your disconsolate silver-willed heart house.

plated silver.

this house has a little green-encrusted garden walkway.
feed the plants with bits of your soul.
watch them blossom and flourish.

inside you have the mis-shapen rooms.
blackened windows.
don’t go in. do not see what you shall find.
it’ll blacken you.

take the cord and tie the handle.
good and tight.
good and tight.

flames lick
and burn away the clean,
the white,
the unanswering.

Make your answer.
Suprise me.

or don’t.
we all need to make decisions.

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