Pinwheeling through it.
Gentle breeze blows the house
to pieces. Your labeled
The Big Bad Wolf.
Pieces will lie on the
cold Earth for an
unmeasurable amount of time
before it heals.
The contractor never
makes eye contact. Shamefully
assembling the remains as
a toddler builds a playhouse.
The pinwheel spins
until the next great gust.
Saint's Muse 