Cotton Web
Cotton Web
Walls,
Old, stinky paint over cardboard
Vents in place of windows
The kitchen’s
Sticky with oily cotton web
A likening to smeared prune paste and rust
Bathroom’s packed with hair and dust
Twin brick buildings hold hands and huddle up
Lightening struck and dared split them up
Ears covered
Eyes shut
Doors swing and squeak with pests
Swift shadows
And fast tails
Leave behind droppings
And opened nests
Marckincia Jean
09/11/19
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