My heart is an abandoned building
where there used to work many people,
but now the long windows have been smashed.
where the wilderness penetrates
and crawls back through the ashes and rust.
It is a lonely place,
the birds who nest there say,
The concrete littered with shards.
They crush under little paws like snow
after a cold night.
Stubble on my cheek.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 5:22 PM UTC
My heart is an abandoned building
where there used to work many people,
but now the long windows have been smashed.
where the wilderness penetrates
and crawls back through the ashes and rust.
It is a lonely place,
the birds who nest there say,
The concrete littered with shards.
They crush under little paws like snow
after a cold night.
Stubble on my cheek.
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