House

A home to the ghouls

The skeletons in the closet

Skulls and bones with dead memories

And the carpet stain – lost deposit.

The blackout drunk nights

And the bloody faced fights

When you clambered into bed

Pulled the duvet over your head.

The food in the fridge

Some rotten and some squished

Between the shelves

Expiry date not far away.

On the worktop, a half-eaten apple

Decays in the sunshine

Some days this place is hell

And other days it’s all mine.