When He Comes Home

The earth trembles as the rusty metal
chains of the old garage door growls
and retreats back up into its crusty shell
allowing the big man in the jet black suit
to force his way into the silent, lightless
room holding three glass souls
that never fail to stare up at him
with their nebulous smiles.

Welcome home,
they whisper

as they fade
into the yellowing wallpaper.

He loosens
his Marlboro-dipped tie

and grunts,
Good night.


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