Creak Creak

By: Bernetta Smith

The leaking pipes at the side of the house

Creak-creak

while the white and black house

opens for you to see it’s disgusting features.

 

I look around and the smell is not helping at all.

All it is really doing is making me pass out and fall.

 

I go inside a room

but all it was was empty,

It makes me want to puke

when I think about the people who hit me.

 

The memories flood back

and make me want to cry

but what I’m really feeling

is being here

alive.

 

This house may seem nice

but for me it’s not.

I still hear the creak-creak from here

even from afar.