A Rundown Apartment
As I stood there where the wind chafed my chapped skin, a howl of mourning played on the reeds of plumbing. Wind who is a friend, is cruel at times. She insists on playing off-note keys of the broken piano and pries open the closets of my bosom. And then out come tumbling: the shrieks of laughter, the wafts of sunday brunch, the moans, groans and sighs. All sights and sounds of human existence. Hurriedly I shoo her off closing the doors on reminiscences painful. Fire had been their family member. A recalcitrant child, admonished and often neglected, whose rage had burnt down my contacts human. Rain is the cruelest visitor of all, sprouts life, on my barren facade. Every little root tearing into me, undressing me for the voyeuristic world to peep into me. But I have begun my descent via the narrow stairs into the cold darkness of the basement where they say the kindred spirits of my kind reside. A few moments more for I let the...