Secrets under mattress, seams of madness, key to the front door under the porch. Blood on the living room floor. Dirty laundry, need bleach from the store. Clean the scene of gore after weeping and settling the score. Look with the ears; feel with the eyes as vibrations once on the rise has decline. Old wither wood cabinet eroding, collecting dust next to rotting flesh and torn mesh. Can not be more sorry than an old camels broken back. What should had been a curious cat sniffing the bag.
©shakkan
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