Shell

I cannot destroy the roots from which I grew.

A new bed.
Old walls I want to hold on to.
Old walls I want to move on from.

Anger in footsteps that echo through these walls

A new kitchen.
Familiar to foreign smells and foreign to my own.
Perhaps I can erase these traces.

I am the smaller being that can never outlive larger masses of this home.

Ghosts of old houses passing through new doors.
Erase their traces until all that's left is
An Empty shell.