Laid for over a decade.
The thresholds deprived
Of the touch of any feet.
The doors that haven't
Lead anyone to any room.
The air, stuck in a corner,
Running out of breath.
The knives in the kitchen
Rusting away without the
Final taste of onions.
The taps, thirsty without-
The slake of water.
The furniture, with lost limbs,
The bells that refuse to sing
And the broken window sills.
Life is being eaten away
In this dust-laden slavery.
The half-life of this
Abandoned house is
Being measured by
Cobwebs, per square inch.
The thresholds deprived
Of the touch of any feet.
The doors that haven't
Lead anyone to any room.
The air, stuck in a corner,
Running out of breath.
The knives in the kitchen
Rusting away without the
Final taste of onions.
The taps, thirsty without-
The slake of water.
The furniture, with lost limbs,
The bells that refuse to sing
And the broken window sills.
Life is being eaten away
In this dust-laden slavery.
The half-life of this
Abandoned house is
Being measured by
Cobwebs, per square inch.
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