is marked by eerie groans
that make one inclined to blow a kiss
towards those burdened door hinges.
Shelves line a far wall
and are themselves lined
with silent faces;
reminders, remarks and renditions
their static colors,
time's wrinkle is dusted over
the room like spiders webs
swaying in a wandering draft.
A mirror stained by wavering flame
offers a shy peak into the stories
adorning the other side of Nora's
home and escape embodied
under the same flickering lamp.
3 days ago