August 12, 2020

Papier-mâché

Trickle down, little moments, drenched in expectation.Each one falls, below our view, carried on a breath. What is offered in empty houses, not available to the public? Dirty shoes sifting through rubble, while happiness screams inconsistent. Softened brick always damp, regardless of the sun. The broken chair which slants to the left, annoying several guests. […]