An open door is an invitation, but is a broken hinge? Welcome, or not, I slipped into your blue shadow and admired your broken eyes, the verdigris leaves crowding out honeyed light. Until old papers, mildewed, moldy, and moth-loved skitter across the floor to announce velvet dusk. And the soggy wood laughs beneath my cowardly feet. I abandon your bones, still dressed with all your stories, not for the first time - not for the last.
I abandon your bones, still dressed in all your stories. Heeaaaart!!!!
Thank you! :)