The floor gave out
But I didn’t
I stood there with a mouthful of dust
Like it was air
Okay to choke
The walls peeled off their faces
Showing nothing but cracked bone
And hollowed out promises
I touched the silence
It burned like rust on open skin
No crash
No bang
Just the slow grind of everything
Falling apart quietly
Until even the debris forgets
It existed
I stayed to watch the mildew
Become a new kind of home