We Lived in a Beautiful House – poem by Hannah-Lee Osborn

HANNAH-LEE OSBORN

 

We Lived in a Beautiful House

 

There’s someone in the corner.

 

He counts the breaths I take

smells out my chicken heart

stinks of something freshly dead

 

but this room is not big enough for two.

I push the bed

further

across the Chinatown carpet floor

 

still

he comes and sits on the end

he sits on my legs

he sits on my chest

 

until the stench of his hound dog breath

slaps my face.

He whispers, you know my name

you know my name

 

you know my name.

 

It’s true that I have seen him in dreams

the kind you wake from with sweat

pooling

but I’m a woman of no religion

 

so, when he calls himself the devil

I think maybe

he’s just someone I used to know.

 

We Lived in a Beautiful House by Hannah-Lee Osborn won second prize in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition  (November 2018) judged by Dominic James.

 

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