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The floorboards creak under my weight - holding only because of
the caked-on dust, making its home there
centuries ago. The windows let in dull light as the sun
sets outside of this night-dweller of a house.
Dust mites float around, twinkling in the light and
violently spinning in my wake. Creaks and shutters meet
at my feet as the house settles further into its foundation.
It's almost impossible to believe anyone had ever found happiness here.
Her lies whisper through the rotten wood, dancing through
the room and laughing with the wind. She -the last resident
of this shrinking palace - disappears with a final goodbye.
I stand in her shadow, she, the house, and I contributing to a
uniformed silence.
the caked-on dust, making its home there
centuries ago. The windows let in dull light as the sun
sets outside of this night-dweller of a house.
Dust mites float around, twinkling in the light and
violently spinning in my wake. Creaks and shutters meet
at my feet as the house settles further into its foundation.
It's almost impossible to believe anyone had ever found happiness here.
Her lies whisper through the rotten wood, dancing through
the room and laughing with the wind. She -the last resident
of this shrinking palace - disappears with a final goodbye.
I stand in her shadow, she, the house, and I contributing to a
uniformed silence.
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Inspired by ~Nullibicity's poem, Lamentation and the writing style of ~SoundlessWhispers. I love those two <3
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Wonderfully done. <3