BY NICOLE HOSKING
BY NICOLE HOSKING
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10 Memories 12 Each 14 Wonder 17
20 Something New 22 Rain 24 Owner 27
40 Boot 43
44 Pink Sink 46
48 Door 50 Taken Back 53
54 First Floor
Old Home Old Home. Forgotten. Neglected. Left Behind. Now stands barley by itself, without a family inside.
Memories The only memory now. Is the smell of smoke and dust. We have burned the past memories, to replace the news ones.
Each Each wall. Each window. Each stain. Each nail. Each paint chip.
Wonder Wonder what's inside of you. Wonder what stories you have. Wonder if it's even stories at all. Now just laying there.
Have Came Happiness has come. Sadness has come. People have come. And people have left. But the emotions stay.
Reclaim Soon the earth will reclaim that spot. The old abandoned house. Will just have been a footprint, on the ground.
Something New The structure of the mind. Is just like an abandoned house. Waiting for something new, To come inside.
Rain Once a home. Now with a collapsed roof. Rain is the enemy.
Owner Once stood tall. Proud owner of a family. Today it thinks behavior has no consequences. Thinks nothing of itself. Therefore could make it dangerous. Only thinking about its own effect.
Feelings Cold. Wet. Some sunlight.
Never Never a laugh. Nor cry. Never “I love.” Nor “I hate.” But yet something walks along the hallway.
Visible In a abandon house. The only story that is visible. Is the graffiti on the wall.
Break A home. Once held together with love. Taken care of. Now the only thing holding it together, Is the wood that's about to break.
Blacken Rusty. Dirty. Soiled. Blacken. Water drips. On my skin. As a bunny runs across my feet.
Freedom Freedom is always neglected, taken for granted. Freedom is a gift, That you can only bring upon yourself.
Boot Going through the rubber on my boot. Just barely touching my skin.
Peeling Perfectly down The center of the colors, Peeling back, The art that was once perfect. Showing its other side. It's not the same color.
Pink Sink Only thing that is left standing in the hallway. One lonely sink. One lonely dirty pink sink. A sink that hasn't felt the touch. Of human interaction.
Spirits That house. Destroyed and burnt. But it had to be done, To let the spirits go free.
Door Once a door that welcomed people. And said goodbye to people. Once a door that if left opened. Was dangerous. Now laying in the caved in floor, of the living room.
Taken Back Life is given to use whole. Taken back in pieces.
Revealing The paint peeling away at the walls. Revealing. The sad and cold concrete. Revealing. What it once was.
First Floor Third floor. Now on the first. Or maybe second.