Stone Point

Local lips
zippered shut about
that forsaken place;
decrepit house
shrouded in dust
abandoned and
disintegrating into
ivy and woodbines
I was five years old
mesmerized
by the window
with the bullethole
something happened in this house
glass shattered into a spiderweb
veiling the face
of a mannequin
gazing into oblivion
molded mouth
would not divulge
something happened in this house
secrets shredded
by sputtering engines
blacked out by
inkwell skies reflected
in vacant holes of
mannequin eyes
pierced my ears something happened in this house
silence shrieked
specter of
spiderweb glass
eye socket voids
dumb mouth
something happened—