I step inside and almost have
To carve my way through dust
Stagnant in the air around me.
It fills every room
With an earthy scent
Accompanied by
The hollow echo of each step I take
In melody with the creak
Of floorboards that moan with age.
This place has been untouched
Since its last occupant left
Nothing misplaced
As they took nothing with them.
Mildew and musk invade my senses
Like heavy perfume
As I force open an old decaying chest
Found in the center of what should have been
The room filled with the most love-the family room.
Its contents preserved like ancient artifacts
Faded piles of yarn
Unfinished projects of browns and mottled black
Unkept and crazy
tangled in a heap, unorganized.
My curiosity peaked,
I delve deeper into the room
Investigate to find
No pictures on the walls.
Figurine children
Made of porcelain
Are placed on the mantle.
Most chipped, broken, or faded
Coated in more dust and grime,
Cold to the touch.
Fitting as the air in the house
Grows frigid around me.
Suddenly I feel as empty
As this place must have been
To a woman with no family.
Only porcelain and yarn
to keep her company
As her bones aged
And began to complain of the crisp air.
No one to notice
As her skin became a speckled pattern
That cracked and dulled.
My search reveals
No warmth,
No love;
Just a lonely, empty house.
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Melissa JA (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 15th, 2020 22:48
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A metaphor for a life choice to hide away from emotion? Safely decay away from love? But such choice is unnatural - where are the scars which brought one to this barren shell of existence? Signs of a once lived in entity with hopes and dreams..... there must be a secret room, heavily disguised and barricaded where hope and joy once resided too.
Compelling reading.
You bring up things that make me think perhaps I should add more. I almost did, but did not want to ruin it by adding too much fluff
I'm sorry to read that... don't add more, it's fine as it is. If you are thinking of more .. well... that's another piece to post on another day perhaps?
a wonderfully authentic write, using easily relatable yet transformative metaphor and imagery in a smooth - seamless delivery,
for some that cling on to a 'positive only' mindset, your words may ring hollow, but for those of us who have seen the unexpected surrealism of our lives bitter twists and soft landing mercy's, the fears voiced in your musings of what unfortunate fate - may yet lie in wait: is completely relatable,
this is truly a mature and well informed write from a person with a strong sense of self and with enough wisdom to face life head-on,
brilliant!
Thank you!
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