They lived inside a haunted house
A poem about silence, trauma and abuse
They lived inside a haunted house
You couldn’t tell from the outside
It was beautiful and grand
The garden well kept
The kind of place shown in magazines
Or used for commercials
Everything was perfect
All the neighbours envied it
There was no sign at all
Of the rotten things inside
The walls were well insulated
All the sounds muffled
You couldn’t hear
The cries echoing through the night
The sound of slamming doors
The raised and shouted voices
The thumps as things were thrown
And glass shattered
Nobody paid it any attention
Nobody knew it was a haunted house
The broken glasses were cleared
By the time morning came
Quickly replaced, soon forgotten
All the surfaces wiped
Everything spick and span
Bruises hidden by layers of powder
Smiles plastered on
He’d go off to work
She’d stay home
An ordinary day
In an ordinary neighbourhood
No one knew the difference
One day the police finally came
In a blaze of sirens
And a haze of red and blue lights
The neighbours looked on
Whispering to each other
As he was pushed into the car
Shouting profanities
And promising revenge
She wept on the porch
They escorted him away
The house was no longer haunted
Only she was



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