Broken window panes cause window frames to to look like gaping maws
ready to cut the meat from the bone
slashing ribbons of red through pale flesh
rivulets of crimson blood pour down the smooth sharp teeth
the glistening glass gathers in the grass that lays at the foot of the window
sparkling like stars in the green beyond
thousands of years will pass before it becomes dirt once more
a thousand years of wondering who broke the window
and why
who created that hungry mouth waiting to devour
were they trying to get in
or get out
the house answers with its creaks and groans
knowing all
saying nothing