Webs
Webs were in the corners of ever room, laying host to the abandoned chambers that fell in the shadows of permanent decay. Long-standing remained the feast of unwanted affection that stained each walll into the submission of a now collapsing house, brought to ruin from what was absent in those painful hours of grief and rejection, that did nothing more but slowly take away my sanity.
Alfredo Gonzales ©
Copyright © Alfredo Gonzales | Year Posted 2022
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