Rupture
She hurry's through the darkened door
Alone in the hall, she begs for more
Fast up the stairs, black and old
Wondering where the light will unfold
The rooms fall beneath her, crumbling as one
Instantly, the house is undone
As white noise sings to the sunless structure
She holds her heart, and feels it rupture
Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011
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