in the last eight years of my life
i have been to this cottage in the woods
only a handful of times
i feel like the existential dread just lingers
the dolls and the floors and the whispers
cataclysmic tragedy looms above me
things have happened here
that nobody wants to speak about
terrible things happen every time i leave
there is disaster in the wake of this house
i am a mad woman, i do not deny it
but don't look at me crazy when it happens