looking through windows lit by yellow light from dusty
bulbs inside as dinner ensues:
a table.
five chairs.
a man. three children. a woman. or just the empty outline of one.
the peeling wallpaper is saturated with the ghosts that accumulate in a place after a century of standing still.
who will wake them up to dance when family has fled and rot replaces the rhythm of life inside of you?
bulbs inside as dinner ensues:
a table.
five chairs.
a man. three children. a woman. or just the empty outline of one.
the peeling wallpaper is saturated with the ghosts that accumulate in a place after a century of standing still.
who will wake them up to dance when family has fled and rot replaces the rhythm of life inside of you?
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aesythe
Jul 10, 2018
There's a lot to untangle here, despite so few words - or maybe it's just the kind of writing that allows the reader to fill in and flesh out with their own interpretations. There's a hazy distance to this, like a mirage. I find it beautifully intriguing.