The House Across the Street

A strange but simple poem

Photo by Mateusz Stępień on Unsplash

I visited a house, the one across the street,
The one where there is no one inside,
The one where the door is dripping with blood,
The one with the tombstone in front,
The one with the body in back,
But you know something funny,
Where is my older sister?
Maybe she’s at the house across the street!