dust and broken glass
an asthmatic's anathema for a carpet
on top of rotting wood turning green at the edges
must be envy of the holes
that light wont seem to pass through
it drifts lazily through the half boarded windows
getting duller and duller by the minute
a few paint chips get tired of the ceiling
and jump towards the creaking floor
smoke drifts to comfort the once white paint
you could say it's falling apart
a cigarette burn joins the rest of the stains
on what used to be a couch
and some *** soaked glass shards
join what was a window