Poetry

Tearing Her Own House Down

copyright Seattle Municipal Archives 1953

It started out small, a hole in a wall,

A crack in one windowpane.

Her blade went too far, leaving only a scar,

She’s found herself alone again.

 

She’s tearing her own house down,

laughs as it falls to the ground.

The rubble of her life surrounds,

She’s tearing her own house down.

 

Another long night ends in a fight,

A carpet riddled with stains.

Just left with her tears, clings to nothing but fear,

She’s sure that someone else is to blame.

 

She’s tearing her own house down,

Points her finger at those around.

To her own chains she’s bound,

She’s tearing her own house down.

 

You say you can rebuild my house.

I’ll tear it down again in three days.

Hatred and Pride are all that I know

I burn it just to watch it [a]blaze

 

She’s tearing her own house down,

laughs as it falls to the ground.

The rubble of her life surrounds

She’s tearing her own house down

 

She’s tearing her own house down,

points her finger at those around.

To her own chains she’s bound,

She’s tearing her own house down.

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