The House

Poetry by Sarah Turley

The house stood tall and wide.
It wore it’s bright blue color with pride.
Yet, if you knew it’s secrets, you’d be in for quite a big surprise.
It creaked late at night and its moans could be heard all around.
The moans of the dead still living, the ghosts upon the ground.

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Sarah Turley is the fiction editor of the Blackbird Review and also the Layout Editor for the 2015-2016 Yearbook. Sarah enjoys reading, writing, and anything having to do with the arts.