The Lot Where Nothing Grows by Tiara Grier

The Lot Where Nothing Grows by Tiara Grier

In a lot, beyond bare,

There sat a house that wasn’t there.

Evil lives are what they seek,

If you’re pure, you’ll take no peek.

Seven souls enter, with truths so blunt

No room for lies, themselves they confront.

So the house that wasn’t there

Remains in the lot…still bare.