In boxes above the ground bodies cluster together, old bones shoved aside to make room for new ones
Bloodlines rotten and entangled
Houses like tombs,layers upon layers of peeling paint, hiding little tragedies
Scorch marks from fire
Waterline on wallpaper
These are the tombs of the living
When we rot in the memories of the dead
Crowded with people we have failed and those we failed us
We are forced to struggle with those we love