The Abandoned House
My reflectlion distorted by the cracks
As I passed the entry way mirror
Walking through the vacancy
My own footsteps echoed like thunder;
I stop
It's so quiet I could hear the dust
Settling behind me
Peering into the empty rooms
As I continue my journey
Wondering what happened
If anything at all
Startled
My thoughts were broken
by the squeak of an unruly floorboard
"Where is it?"
I think to myself
The musty fragrance begins to overwhelm my nostrils
Panicing; my heart races
It's about to happen
I can feel it
My eyes flood with tears
I'm running out of time
White noise loudening around me
I can scarcely breath
Stopping short at the edge
And just like that;
it's over.
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