The house that wasn't

One balmy afternoon,
I built a house with cloth and bamboo shoots.
Walls splashed with yellow and brown roses.
Egyptian cotton, I still remember!
Soft and warm I curled in them.
Empty utensils bubbling with joy,
On a fire stoked by my dreams.
A cabbage patch wrapped around me,
My doors open for all to see.
But that was one balmy afternoon…
'cause every evening the walls came down
Spreading themselves on a hard wooden bed.
Ugliness sprawled on it at night.
Tepid breath seeping through the yarn,
The bamboo shoots no more held up the walls
Roses wilted under the weight of its thorns.
My head didn’t want to rest on it anymore
Every night I wish I could forget that one night some more.

Insia D.