Ghosts Can't Swim

I have these dreams where the house is broken

and we are taking on water.

Every room is unfamiliar and I can't remember

when we took the pictures down.

My father is a broken man. Perhaps from

trying too damn hard to make my story his own.

What a waste to build a house and lose the keys.

I lost track of time while I was upstairs all those

years. Angry, or maybe just terrified of who I was.

It's a shame to become a ghost at such a young age.

It's a known fact that ghosts can't swim and I

am not ready to drown, but as I'm leaving it turns

out we weren't sinking, we were only on fire.

Done