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Weathered Stasis Decay

The walls desecrated by time, melancholia, bleeding, the past.

Disdain of love, or joy, or tragedy.

Amid the long wilted flowers, a child’s toy, thrown carelessly, unaware that time would become the avenger, and grief the last port.

Left as an epitaph to an echo of distant laughter, long derelict in it’s absence.

The demise of careless domesticity.

Taken by a hungry beast, named death, named never at all.

The creaking of the window, sole witness to the transpired.

Faded rooms, once host to a future eviscerated in its infancy.

Decay as a testament to life, as a sojourn with the past.

For the fleeting moment, never goes to it’s grave unaccompanied.

Persisting behind the veils of eyes that cherish still the forgotten moments.

Walking through the rooms, decay sweeps it paramour; cradling the torn horror screams of the mother.

Clutching the remnants of sanity, buffeted by the sweet stabbing departure.

Threatening to tear her asunder.

Bereft of reason, she lays on the floor.

Rocking foetidly, violently.

Amid memories.

Amidst the echoes of laughter, never to be returned.

Her visceral howl reached heavens denuded embrace, sowing her lament on the flesh of the wind.

All reason buried, along with the ashes of the irretrievable past.

Never was a creature so forlorn as the wraith of that one cry.

Together now in the dusk of reason.