the base of the boards

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the hardwood floor creaks

as the arch of my foot presses

onto the base of the boards.

i pause in a way

where i don’t let myself sway

because i hope i beg i plead

that no one heard me.

the house

i always had to tiptoe around

never felt like home but

it taught me how

to balance.

my childhood

feels like a ghost

that haunts me

but at least i

am never

alone.

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