Photography © Sonya Kanelstrand
Roof head burning its own face
for other’s appearance.
Door ears are with noises
and they die with a reality either way.
Window eyes are already dead
brow-stabbed even more.
Ventilator nose taking in everything
and giving nothing.
Room mouth devoid of a tongue
to connect objects.
Wall bones remain unmoved, hard.
Stair hands rising and still serving.
Pillar legs slowly crushing, pulverizing
the floors unable to express
being smooth now, smooth then.
With so less pain,
the house, also a hiding of its own
along with a few more
is bound to endure
a forced endurance .