White

Tate,

The house was on the edge of
A town that was little and empty of
Life and the land was without anything.

It was frightening, looking out at
White, knowing that everything with
Claws and teeth was
White as well.

The house was
Empty, and shrunken
the hallways appeared to be
Shrinking
As I walked down.

The room was crowded,
A little bed and blackout shades and a little dresser
Was my home now.
Not my home now.
Shut the blinds.

Keep all the empty white
On white that was shifting and sneaking- out
Of this little house on the
Edge of an empty town in
A dangerous white void.

Quentin                                                                                                                        
Free Verse