Where Cara Lives

i've lost you

in this crumbling old mansion

lost you to
the sparkle of grandeur
that was never ours


we set off exploring
with nothing to bind us together
you were lost from me
and i from you

and now you wander,
(barefoot, your tiny crown slipping)

where rainwater is pooled

over cracking marble floors

and vines come reaching through the walls

there is nothing else breathing here

but something else is dying here

seething

breathing

dying here

it is choking the life from us

the seething

breathing

 beating

life in us

we should leave

and go away

let it crumble

and consume itself

but i have lost you here

in the maze of this house

this dead and alive house

seething

breathing

dead house

i would call out to you

but i am afraid
of what might answer
i am afraid of bringing to me
something malevolent
and false in its beauty

the shrill of my voice

would shatter in my ears
like the splintering of old glass

and what else would hear me?

for i know it's listening

this seething and

breathing and

living 

dying

house

i hate to go
i hate to leave you here
but this is the house you built
your derelict house
seething
and breathing
house


one of us must
make it out alive
 i'll always remember
where you once lived.