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- There was nothing left,
- Nothing behind the walls,
- Just the gutted insulation
- The studs left to rust
- Old beams swollen and rotten
- Memories long since gone
- From this place
- Once, the drywall had held laughter
- It had held tears and joys,
- Rainy nights and sunny days
- And a dozen mornings of awkward
- Silences and a millennia’s worth
- Of tender moments
- A first kiss was here once,
- Oh so long ago,
- Gentle and confused as
- Pursed lips met for the first time
- Over eager and earnest in their affections
- New love coming to a head
- And it was here that the sweet girl
- Wept so furiously with fists pounding
- Against stuffed pillows with mascara
- Streaking the cotton fabric
- They’ve all gone,
- Some are old,
- Some have children
- Some are dead
- A few of them died
- Fast, hands in syringes
- And the black cancer within
- Spilling upon the veins of life
- With great anger and devouring them
- Whole
- A few of them died so slow,
- Wasting and wasting with liquid
- Down their throats, bloating and
- Emaciated, victims and prisoners alike
- Some died with smiles on their faces
- Surrounded by those they loved
- Some have children,
- Grandchildren, nieces
- And nephews, all beginning
- New lives of their own
- They all move, except
- For this house
- It rots, decaying
- As time marches forward
- Perhaps men in plastic hats
- Arrest the slow death
- Until then,
- It is nothing
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