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A house never forgets

how to hold her own hope

deep in the creases

of her core, but it’s hard

to stay whole with

the hollowing; her empty hallways

trying to fill

space

with hauntings, with anything

resembling what it is

to be here and human;

instead, she sees

hungry shadows

slinking past sunlight

as it sneaks behind the curtain

of dusk, slicing

into some sad memory

no one cared enough

to carry.

The metal head of a hammer

pushing a for-sale sign

through earth wakes the trees

and she is asked

to stand and face

old friends; people

have returned to put

a price on her

disillusions. They need

her heart again.

This time will be different.

This family will make her home.

They will give her a new voice

and another name.