Shifting of Her Floors

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Shifting of Her Floors

She sighed

At the moving of her walls —

Walls that had kept

Her fragile soul cushioned

And false hearts

Distant.

Now the walls were breathing,

Buckling and moaning.

They cracked like veins

On a leaf,

Betraying and exposing her

And worse, blending

All stenciled faces

Into a mass of

Indistinguishable figures.

She perspired

At the shifting of her floors.

I stood in the doorway,

A soft reassurance

Trickling red from

My ear,

Having shifted so

Once myself.