An Existential Curiosity

the abandoned house, so lonely and desolate. The wood cracking like cardboard shredded by a cat. Its windows opaque with grime, where they are still intact. A roof caved in, finally succumbed to the weight of the world pressing down upon it, its frame envious of Atlas. Ancient furniture, pallid now from an unyielding sun, strewn about by vengeful winds. The house stands watch like a colossus, its body broken but ever watching, a stranger here. As I am, when I walk its barren hallways kicking up decade old dust with each heavy footfall on carpet sodden with filth. A family full of life and full of love once roamed these hollow halls. Breathless now, it waits patiently. Where the roof lost its fight with time, moonlight shines on broken chairs and rain dampens old wood, filling it with rot, mushrooms acquire the air and multiply. In a house long deceased these persistent fighters, with soft fists punching through the soil, cling to life, an existential curiosity. 1/12/23, An Existential Curiosity, for This or That contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh