• Water drips from stained walls
    the smell of black mold eating it away
    lights flicker in the other room but are snuffed out
    the room folds into shades of gray and black
    ink covered pages lay upon the floor
    scattered
    torn
    a mirror hangs askew on the wall
    tainted with memories of faces
    faces of the past
    with broken souls
    the water soaks down to the floor
    covering the worn rug that lays on it
    down through the dark wood
    to the ceiling of the apartment beloW