Domicile Dialogue

Methodical scraping;

tiny claws against sand.

Vague battering below.

Pulsating hum of fans

against a warm, still shell;

melding lucidly with

the groan of aged floorboards.

Caged wails of the hatchling;

cooing reassurance.

The twitching rise and fall

of a heel against wood,

which then complains in turn.

My home swells, and then sighs.

 

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