Selling A Haunted House

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Sweeps The Temple

There is no heart in this house
               nothing rotting The agent
                            smiles The floor
                            creaks
                            though no one is moving
                                          He smiles

The heat sighs on
                          though it is june and
                          the thermostat
                has not been touched in years either

This room where all the pages were evacuated from their books and
                                   the faces carved from family albums
                  would make a great nursery

Smiles and nods
The clock in the hall is running backwards
but it really is just rust that taints the water red

What did he say about no heart in the house?
                          The fiance asks
                                                        What does that even mean?

The agent is too nervous to check
                       his reflection for sweat
                   sweeps the temple he's sure he's mopping

You look like the perfect couple to take this house off my shoulders
                                                                                            hands
                                                    he smiles God
                                                    he has to stop smiling

Curling iron lips
Furnaced hands
This house is so hot the chills are a welcome respite