Every house has cracks.


We all creek and groan
as our foundations settle.


We pay for the mistakes
of our parents
our entire lives.


They become part of us,
built into our bones.


There are secrets
buried in the floorboards.


You can hear
the whispers of the past
through the walls.


Sometimes there are even
monsters under our beds,
skeletons in our closets.


Every house has cracks;
some can be fixed,
others are beyond repair.

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