Saturday, April 28, 2012


the house is made
of shadows and shivers
hiding in dusty corners

noises that scrape
tendrils creeping
from the grate

small creatures
peeping from cracks
in the walls

sharing space with ghosts
that flicker in and out
on the broken mirror

the drape of cloth
over rotting wood
the whisper of stories

from treasures abandoned
to rust or tarnish
to groan and crumble

all memories fade
this house dismayed
this ruin, this shade

Christine Fojas
prompt: space

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