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Sour Milk

the floor boards creak underneath my toes
a small acknowledgment that i am still here
an empty apartment
filled with empty walls
i can't bring myself to watch the rain
outside the window

there's doors upon doors
unlocked with a skeleton key
but every single one of them
is void of anything
and the candles flicker
from the rain soaked wind

running my hand along the dark wall
there's no trace
no outline of future embraces
no unity and family growing under one roof
nothing but empty walls
empty walls

the refrigerator is bare
except for some sour milk

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  • Kendal Palmer gold member
    July 19

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    I had to smile at the last line... Isn't this just how it is sometimes? I like how you are able to express these feeling in a way that is real and honest feeling...thanks for sharing. peace, kp