Day and Night
Wake. Nights alone, the house
Sleeps, still, seeping the cries
Of its victims through the walls.
The paper walls, thin , worn
Over the days, weeks, years.
Time. Days alone, the home
Breathes, heavy, absorbing new
Victims with every breath. Thin, worn -
Gone.
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