She lives in an old house
by 
Xenny
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Posted: Tuesday, September 19, 2006 Word Count: 92 Summary: I wrote this a short while ago and have had a little go at working on it but most of it is still as it came out. Any advice would be really good thanks. |
She lives in an old house
that flexes and creaks in the summer heat
sighs and shrinks when winter sets in
She takes care of herself
is not supple
hard to believe she played hopscotch once
with ease
Her skin is delicate as a rotten fruit
and could tear
but inside she’s white like snow
She is so old now
sighs and shrinks from the changing world
Her mind
aging organ or reels of Polaroid
sometimes if prompted
sees flashes of hopscotch
holding hands on warm streets
in a summer skirt
carefree
that flexes and creaks in the summer heat
sighs and shrinks when winter sets in
She takes care of herself
is not supple
hard to believe she played hopscotch once
with ease
Her skin is delicate as a rotten fruit
and could tear
but inside she’s white like snow
She is so old now
sighs and shrinks from the changing world
Her mind
aging organ or reels of Polaroid
sometimes if prompted
sees flashes of hopscotch
holding hands on warm streets
in a summer skirt
carefree