The Room Was Vacant

February 25, 2016

White wall meet

White wall.

Follow the cracks into crevices and caves

See the sound reverberate through the room

The marble rolls and rolls and rolls

There is nothing to stop it.

There is no heartbeat

As if time stopped

and no intake or outtake of gentle breath

The floorboards can’t creak

And the door won’t squeak

It stays shut forever and all time

The rusty hinges rust even more

Dirt gathers in every square inch.

Yellow wall meet

Yellow wall.

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