violet house

the metals of the teeth of the stairs
make me afraid
to step on the hallowed flowers that line the path
leading up to the sacred stairs
slowly rising to the ancient portal

to the violet house.

the dark inside the windows, peaking out through the panes
frighten my stomach
and the pale, dying wood on porch
encircle the building, that building
called the wise and fearsome

old violet house.

i will mar the untouched path,
and touch the untouched golden handle on the door
and i will enter the strange and mysterious air
that circulates inside the foyer

of the violet house.

-Pamplemousse