Aug 11

Contrast

Bright lines
On slate grey
Plaster crunches under
No ones feet.
Walls proclaim
In red, blue, yellow
Words that mean a lot
To a person out there
“Spine”
“Breadwinner”
“Gold”
Or maybe just
A name.
“Meg!”
Awfully cheery
Thinks bedframe
Overturned
In the next room.
Some words,
Most, really,
Are illegible.
Some one
Just thought it would be cool
To know their mark
Yells from the wall
“Hello!”
The fallen shelf
Just wants
Quiet.