Pocono Manor
The green grey stones
dripped with wet moss
painting pictures
splayed across the sidewalk.
Spider web glass windows
staring over the
precipice into
the dark valley below.
Boarded up entrances
rain stained, porch
screaming, creaking
under light feet.
The house looking back
at the young blues and
browns searching through
cracks to see mystery murder
faces.
Fearless innocence hoping
to find answers in the
left behind rubble of empty
chairs, broken tables and
baby doll eyes staring
into the moon drawn night.
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