When is a house

02/07/2026

Fog rests behind eyelids; Staring
Through the mist that rolls
Carpet stains, paint samples chip,
Sunlight, crinkled


Armchairs chewed, scratched and swallowed,
Cover it up
Paprika-dusted floorboards seeping, invisible
Laughter envelops


Toothbrush heads disintegrate into nothing,
Bin bags shredded
Lollipops licked but soon forgotten,
When is a house no longer?