The House by Christina Suraci [Poetry]

The House by Christina Suraci

We started out sleeping on the floor together our backs were sore, knees were brushed burned but we didn’t mind, then a few months passed we moved to a bed the bed was soft, we starting decorating the room to feel more like it was ours, with pictures of us, it felt like a little house our house, turns all along out we were just playing house, it wasn’t real, I still visit the room often but the pictures are taken down, the house was never ours to begin with just imaginary. 


Christina Suraci is a graduate of Marywood university with a degree in digital media and broadcasting. 

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