Category: If Walls Could Talk
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Home Sweet Home – If Walls Could Talk
… By this time I began to take my cozyness to heart. I was becoming. I no longer worried about the time I might go inside myself. I was comfortable, busy, humming. I was a home. I know it because a house always knows when they become a home. – Home Sweet Home
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Outhouse – If These Walls Could Talk – 2
2 Yes, I am an humble outhouse. I was slapped together and mounted over a rather deep hole. A wide hole, I was a double seater. Toilet paper hung from sawed off broom nailed to the walls like giant dragon perches. Sure, I smelled. I still do. The smell is in my pores, deep in…
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Foreclosed
The crew who built me and my sisters left here when I was done and went across town. A guy I’d grown fond of comes driving through once in a while, he used to look at me with a certain pride, now, well, now he just shakes his head.