Cocooned in tightly

Mahogany floor pinching cold

Taps echo restless waves

Night sky thunders scold

Trees gossip forecast

Soft thumps grace the stairs

Leaves rustle and bustle

Creaking doors whisper in share

Rusty pipes strain in tune

Mice run laps behind the scenes

Plagued breaths filter in and out

Below soulless wooden beams

Ghosts limbo the attic

Cleaned rugs evidence brute

The basement tastes metallic

Outing a perpetrators rooted truths

Electricity flickers conversation

As Devils hour airs the laundry

There is no rest for the wicked

For even the dead tell stories