My Battered Heart

rose wilted
Source: dolcemania

My Battered Heart

The rose drifts to the ground,

Petals dry and wilting in the cold breeze.

A death resembling the demise of my heart

As an unraveling of feelings turns to dust.

A shoe grinds the rose petals to oblivion,

The preferred state of my battered heart.

The wind lifts the remnants of the flower

to circle around me with its dying breath.

THE HOUSE IS CALLING TO YOU

End House sits alone and deserted.
Its shutters torn and hanging.
Furniture upended.
Shattered pictures.
Shattered dreams.
What happened to the family?
Open the door.
Walk up the battered staircase.
Past the broken statues.
Where did the family disappear to?
A house ravaged by a storm.
Attacked inside out.
A storm not felt by the neighbors.
The town spared.
What happened two years ago?

The house is calling to you.
It wants answers.
It wants you.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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Nook
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END HOUSE

End House sits alone and deserted.

Its shutters torn and hanging

from its broken windows.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

What happened to the family

living here?

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

Where did the family disappear to?

A house ravaged by a storm,

inside and out.

A storm not felt by neighbors

or the nearby town.

What happened here?

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

 

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj