Poetry Contest Entry

Bad House

~By Amanda Sielu Paris

The constant whispers of your name
The room where there was a hallway
Breathing is all around you
It's as if it was coming from the walls
Walls from which insanity seeps
Somewhere beyond the walls, she watches
A beautiful mistress in white awaits you
But true death is not what she'll give
Beyond being haunted, it stands
Untouched by modern Seattle, it stands
Growing without nails or boards
The house looms in hope for one more
One more life to take is all it wants
An insane house gone bad with a hunger
Knowing all this you are alone
The bad house hears and smells your fear
Beware of you'll help build Rose Red!

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