Between Bruises & Blooms

Before Adeline
ever felt eyes
through the glass,

there was Gigi.

Before Zade
learned every corner
of that house,

another shadow
already knew
the way.

Ronaldo.

A name buried
beneath decades.

A man turned
into ink
inside old journals.

A phantom
moving quietly
through the edges
of a woman's life.

Gigi wrote him down
without knowing
that one day

another woman
with her blood
would sit
inside the same walls

and read
every dangerous word.

That is what
I love about
Parsons Manor.

The house remembers.

It remembers
women
who were watched.

Secrets
pressed between pages.

Footsteps
outside windows.

Desire
that should have
felt like fear

and fear
that became tangled
with wanting.

Long before
Adeline had Zade,

Gigi had
her own shadow.

And decades later

the house
watched history
walk through
its doors again.

Different woman.

Different stalker.

Same blood.

Same walls.

Same strange pull
toward the thing
waiting
in the dark.

Maybe Parsons Manor
was never haunted
by ghosts.

Maybe it was haunted

by women
who kept falling
in love
with their phantoms.