House(Micro poetry and spoken word)

Megha's World

First Published in FIVE:2: ONE #sideshow magazine, Sept 2018

That dark well in the courtyard

is like a monster

as it devoured my sister

and never spat her out

that dark window sill is

blackened by my mother’s elbows

as she waited patiently for my father to arrive

those cracks in the basement door

plays my shattered memories

like a movie on a broken reel.

I try so hard to forget

Those stairs like the inside of the snakes

has devoured my happiness

This house is painted

with the handprints of blood

this is my house of pain

I don’t call it home anymore.

–Megha Sood

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