Shruti font.
Home. My family. My walls. Warm.
Home. My burns, my bruises. Caused.
For 1. for 6. for 8. for none.
I fell apart.
Crumbled melted disappeared. I did this and some.
Home. Warm, walls mine.
Home to unwanted hairs and ghastly grimes.
Always yours to come.
Grinning dog in place.
Fancy flights and debutantes
Halls of mirror and the like.
Hanging words like axes.
Sharpened I walk forward
Lightened, levied, lied to.
I laugh.
I haven’t got much else to do,
besides emptying things and filling them back up.
I am home.
My ideas of home have shifted slightly only.
A retreat. Respite. Places to hide. Crowds to hide behind. Reciped formulas for success.
Resuscitation.
Disappointment. expectation
