Nightmares

I will die in this house 

my childhood home 

alone with the ghosts 

the debts and regrets 

holding a phone 

obsolete like me

curled up 

in the washing machine

I should know you can't hear me scream 

I let someone die once

And I lost my mind

I thought she'd come home

If I baked an apple pie

But now I know 

I'll die alone

In my childhood home
Holding a phone
Obsolete like me. 

Written September 13th 2016