The mark across the ceiling has been growing all this time
Against time give it time.
Peeling up and seeping, filling, the inside of this house left for dead.
While the sunspots slip,
Fall away from my eyes,
I can't support the weight of water, of water.
When the walls were always dark and thin and
When I slept beneath the bed your voice cracked the foundation.
Can you hear the trumpet rattling the basement?