Sinister curtains drape an unsuspecting window of moldy caulk and hairline cracks letting cold in, cold out, splitting plastered walls around a faded outline of an empty frame, slanted on stretched wires, where your picture once rested
Cloth of blackened residue dangling from rusted rods, un-soft fabric in dust crammed air sifting unnoticed, settling around knick knacks leaving shapes and fingered designs on silent end tables staring up at this dark veil that hangs with you
Inspired by a poem and poet I read this morning. Nope, it ain't love poetry. :)