The air is thick beneath the house.
Wood groans though no one walks above.
Dust clings to forgotten skin.
A jar tips-no wind,no breath-only silence
that watches.
Nails rust in beams shaped like ribs.
Shadows stretch before the light
finds them.
Something has waited longer than names.
......
The air is thick beneath the house.
Wood groans though no one walks above.
Dust clings to forgotten skin.
A jar tips-no wind,no breath-only silence
that watches.
Nails rust in beams shaped like ribs.
Shadows stretch before the light
finds them.
Something has waited longer than names.
......