|It was the house
that suffered most.
It had begun with slamming doors,
angry feet scuffing the carpets,
dishes slammed onto the table,
greasy stains spreading on the cloth.
Certain doors were locked at night,
feet stood for hours outsid them,
dishes were left unwashed, the cloth
disappeared under a hardened crust.
The house came to miss the shouting voices,
the threats, the half-apologies, noisy
reconciliations, the sobbing that followed.
The lines were drawn, borders established,
some rooms declared their loyalties,
keeping to themselves, keeping out the other.
The house divided against itself.
Seeing cracking paint, broken windows,
the front door banging in the wind,
the roof tiles flying off, one by one,
the neighbors said it ws a madhouse.
It was the house that suffered most.
By Author By Title By First Line Jim Stevens