shattered glass rotting floorings dust and cobwebs and echoings so you can nearly hear the laughter and the cries of her old residents and how she's kept them in an ivory box all those years in her basement while everything else ******* falls to pieces and there's nobody to mend a single thing.
maybe nothing's the same after hearing a hospital hall's echo and how he only tries to get away from the screams and kisses and the pristine courtains barerly let light in and he's a broken mess that hasn't been abandoned but the impending damnation breaks him and kills others death resides but so does life and which one is stronger
and poetry cannot fix the world or fix her or fix him or anybody and buildings should be buildings and a dust-covered door should not be a call for my curiosity and i should not mark my fingerprints on it because my sweaty palms will make her shriek awake and believe someone's finally going to take care of her while someone else then walks away and leaves her walls stained
i feel the allure of it somehow because there's no more ******* glass to stain break scratch within her so i must find some in me some that can contain her and contain me i'm falling fallingfallingfelldownandwhereaminow and hospital halls are nothing but white and sad and a cemetery that's being pieced together and it smells of cleaning products but the abandoned place has harbored entire lives so maybe i'd rather bleed out at an abandoned house without glass than next to a graveyard in the make