audible footsteps etching,
making their mark
in this terrible place -
a house of critter grime
and expired orange juice  ;
they are screaming their profanities,
screaming until their eyes are bloodshot,
screaming until chairs tremble
and lightbulbs break apart.
they are bleeding ichor
( bleeding until their fingers
burn with gold dust )
bleeding until their veins ripen
and their souls dust clean
they tear each other's throats apart
( rip, slash, tear, repeat )
until their lungs start to breathe
nothing but lies, and lies, and lies.
home ?
home is a lie.