I fear nothing more
Than this tired aching worm-wrought floor
It sags when you weight the boards
On parchment two-by-fours
I can
Suspend
All animation
In and all around me
So nothing moves around me
I want nothing less
Than this tired achy cold conquest
It chills like a cold compress
Put pressure on this mess
I'd lock
You up
If the parts weren't frozen
In and all around me
So nothing moves around me
All our homes rot