I know I’ve walked these stairsOnce soft carpet, now bareStripped away the marks we madeSomething’s never change Window sill still in decayA two-step followed by an arm raiseBroken latch on the back gateBlueprints of reimagined fate And now the voices echo off the wallsRepeating stories you thought we forgotShoulder stretched from room to roomFingernails bled straight throughHolding out without reprieveAnother drawn out soliloquy An empty nest … Continue reading Stuffed Owls