Paint
In this basement, water leaks.
I think I am gray, but it’s too dark to tell.
Even the strips of light that cast over me are deceiving.
Old and cracking.
Dust and small bugs make a home out of me.
Until someone else moves in and decides that gray isn’t their color.
They want to make this place a well lit gym.
But it’s still a basement.
They can fix the leaks but pipes could burst at any time.
They choose light green paint.
To brighten this basement.
They moved out a year later.
It becomes an abandoned space.
The bugs and dust sigh in relief as they slowly creep back in.
They only put one coat of paint over me.
So as it cracks,
Gray takes over again.
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