the
the
This is insanity.
I’m torn at the seams
Split the middle.
down
Checking my palms,
hoping I’ll find you
in their hallways
because
someone
told me about
love lines
and you know how I get.
My house is concave,
My ceiling is bowing,
My doors now open inward,
My windows are gossiping,
Probably about me,
but the wallpaper is pretty,
and I think you’ll like it
So
tour
the place
before you torch
the place.
You may find
a breeding ground for insanity.