House

Your HOUSE is a PRISON

Maybe you don't realize this

Maybe you do

But either way, it is in SHAMBLES. 

You may wonder how many LESIONS in the BEATEN DOWN WALLS are your own, or your CAPTORS. How you came to fear the OUTSIDE just as much as you desire it. 

You wonder when the RATS will stop existing within your HOUSE, those vile, genius things that know just how to torture you. DOUBTS. FEAR. Your SWORN ENEMIES. 

You don't think to wonder how many of them are ILLUSIONS that you've made up in your ALMOST ISOLATION.

Perhaps it is the DUST that gathers upon everything you used to CARE about. Perhaps it is the FEAR of ELECTRIC SHOCK that you expect to come as soon as you take one STEP out onto your own PORCH.

Perhaps it is the COLLAR around your throat that you can't seem to remove, because even if you have the KEY, you can't quite get it to fit into the SMALL LOCK on your own. You just aren't that FLEXIBLE. 

And you, you stand in your DOORWAY. 

Begging, pleading with your TIRED EYES because you don't dare say anything in case the RATS come for you. 

Hoping that SOMEONE, ANYONE, would come in. 

And when they do, you don't know what to do. 

It's CLEAR. They'd rather invite you to THEIR HOUSE but you can't just... LEAVE. 

Or maybe you're just PARANOID.