and her attic, with the drop
down steps,
which unfolded into
the hallway
was off limits.
only she would go up,
not me.
what she was hiding
i wanted to know.
i'd hold the wobbly
staircase
as she went up
into the bloom of cobwebs,
the waft
of warm and mold.
don't follow me,
or else, she'd say.
ten minutes later, after
tip toeing around,
she'd come
back down,
carrying nothing in her
hands.
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