it has a musty smell,
like a missed apostrophe
drawers i dare not open
smack their lips menacingly at me
from corners of the room
that once looked much bigger
they are like those drawers and this house
stuffed to overflowing with memories
that should be discarded
and that is why i will lock my door tonight
and go to sleep with one eye slightly open
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 