Friday, August 24, 2012

Love At The Hotel Chisca.

Light falls
through the ever open
windows. Glass panes,
 left vulnerable with anticipation,
rays of sunlight to pierce
the inner workings of a shell,
an abandoned hollowness. The
 light lands lightly
upon broken floor boards
and unpainted, dirty walls,
 illuminating the secret
of a forsaken stronghold.
Why would any person leave a space like this?
 A place once painstakingly fortified?
 Who do we expect to rebuild us?

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