Friday, August 24, 2012

Love At The Hotel Chisca.

Light falls
easily
through the ever open
windows. Glass panes,
 left vulnerable with anticipation,
allow
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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