Home stink Home
The house a two story 1947.
With large rooms down stairs,
and ten foot ceilings.
In a straight line,
From front door,
to great room,
to back bedroom,
Spills into a lovely backyard.
Back inside great room
narrow, steep stairs with no rail.
Rockets you into a small bedroom.
No door to this one.
Whispers come look at my secret room.
Thru a door only five feet tall.
With sloped ceilings, low short walls.
Follows the slope of the roof.
Such a lovely home,
choked out by hoarding.
Stuff on stuff stacked on stuff.
Cat piss on boxes and dressers and carpets.
Lovely little house choked with,
mounds of filthy useless crud.
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The home I shared with my meth addicted ex husband that was a hoarder.