That woman could hang up her laundry each morning

With her suburban facelift

With her self-preservation

As if she was pasting up the sails of her clipper

As if the wind would blow through the sheets

Taking every drop of blood and regret with it

But I knew

I knew what went on in that      

-House-

That she called a home

I listened through the walls

I heard the howls...

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