Laughter climbs this brick wall
Rusted and crumbling,
Crumbled and rusting,
Deteriorating, until the laughter itself crumbles,
Lost between its porous exterior.
And what is left behind crawls
Scraping its underbelly against the crumbling
Carried along silken ribbons.

Trapped amidst my curtains
tossed between,
and inside,
and among, my white lace curtains
come to rest beside my head,
laid on my pillow,
my silken-laced pillow.

Sliding deep into my ear
laughter soon gurgles from my lips.
Crawling along my tongue’s terrain,
leaving its waste for me to taste.

Echoed emptiness resounds.

Laughter.

Your sustenance has left this place.
Taking with it happiness, lost along the way.

Taking with it happiness, lost among the bricks

Rusted and crumbling,
Crumbled and rusting.