My Step-Grandfather's House // by Chloe L. (April 2018)

I didn’t sleep there
in the sheets made stained by time
with washed-out ceilings and matted carpets.

The place with diamond mirrors
reflecting smiles of golden teeth
and twinkling eyes of shunned copper.

We weren’t family
but somehow the shimmering laughter still came
pouring out between lips of melted silver.

No golden strings
of cherished blood,
only love and steel fingertips.