This the house where I used to live
Decrepit walls
crumbling along with me...
Taps rusted over
Don't turn
Not even impurities
Dare to slide out
I could not speak
When surrounded
By the suffocating concrete walls
The ceiling spawned cobwebs
Like memories spun filthy
From the catacombs of my existence
I melded into the walls
Became a part of them
Mouse-brown hair
Dusted over
No way to leave
Rooted in the floorboards
My bones gnawed out rafters
Broken furnace of a heart
And the windows were sealed shut
Filmed over
... I could not see
This is the house where I used to live
Author notes
writeroftoast
A contest entry
- threads of you by breathing in.
1250 points, ended March 14, 2009, 21 entries
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Comments
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this is so extremly good. i really like it. very good words chosen. amazing :]
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thanks
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