RDP Monday: BROOM
Brush away the cobwebs from the dark corners in my attic?
Sweep away the dust that twinkles like far away stars in an inky black midnight sky from my cracked windows and scarred woodwork?
Open the doors, all of the doors even the ones that creak and squeak on their rusted hinges all on their own?
Why on Earth would I take a broom to my house and risk waking it up? Can you tell me? Why would I do that?
Even a dead house deserves to rest in peace
no matter how awful it was in life.
2 thoughts on “My Sleeping House”
A fascinating take on the prompt, so enjoyed this.