Trees and vines invade through busted windows. Layers of dust preserving abandoned old toys. Water swollen floors from holes in the battered roof. Mold has tattooed the ceiling forever. Peeling paint falls off with a single kiss of the wind. As you sit there and ponder on what happened, the ghosts of the dead wonder.
This is one of my personal new favourites. I tried to use imagery and a I hope it worked.