Monday, 9 May 2016

there is something about a duplex which says
a house can be one and still be divided
everything an effort to be able to reach out
who’s story sits in the corner-most room
the flickering light that will not be fixed
the cobwebs beneath chairs and behind beds
who gets the mattress when two sharing a room fight
who gets the AC, who gets the pillow, and how

there is something about a duplex
and the terror of stairs- from underneath the fear
of a horror movie, a face staring from between the gap,
from the upper floor the coming to life of a
family drama you did not want to watch
there is something about concrete and two floors
that still cannot shield children from the shouts
and cries, everything becomes quieter, the voices
become clearer; the horror of stairs where you sit
listening closely to the swords of words
a battlefield, your childhood the collateral damage
to a burning family; listening closely
to the beating of your own heart

there is something about a duplex
there is something about noises
there is something about stairs
that makes the soul go numb


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  2. Too dark!
    Could there be an experience now which might be an expression of someone holding onto memories?