This House

This House
Forgotten
Dark, shutters closed long ago, wood rotting and jagged, nails bent and rusty
Waiting to snag the reckless
The smell of despair and disrepair
Air as still as a mausoleum
Furniture crouching silently – waiting patiently for yesterday
Pale images a reminder of that which once was
Color faded, movement stilled, light dimmed, love lost
Sitting silently in the darkness, entombed in a snarl of sorrow and regret
Memories stale, recall slowly scrubbed away by the ages
Time indistinguishable in the preternatural fog that filters through careless cracks
Sunken eyes shift towards a mirror, gazing into eternity
A crack appears and a razor of light splits the blackness, cutting dark into two
Outstretched hand tracing the beam to its source, searching for its origin
Finger touching glass and the facade dissolves
Brilliant mirror shattering, a deluge of fire spills in
Chairs, tables, furnishings circling madly, vortex violently devouring all
Liquid incandescence lovingly embracing every door, every rafter, every chair
Fire scours away all that has gone wrong, seeking redemption
Flames recede, taking all secrets with them
The house is no more
I am Free
Yesterday has returned
I begin to walk

Published by ldinlove

I am an eccentric blogger and artist. I currently live off-grid which makes for some great stories. :)

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