Once a home
now in shadows,
frayed and pale,
threadbare silence.

Along the walls
footprints creep,
forlorn, forgotten,
blossoming black.

A moan, a sigh,
curtains trembling,
crystals sparking
in starless nights.

Dreading to rest,
a tap drips, tale
of a vein dying
to pulse again.

Image thanks to: Reuters pictures of the year 2014: The stories behind the images, Photo #2 by Kim Kyung Hoon (partial), The Darkroom: Exploring Visual Journalism from the Baltimore Sun.

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