Written by Emily Harstone | May 24, 2017
Time is abstract, age is not.
The sound of white paint peeling
Her home is this white palace.
The door, bent with agonizing screams.
Wall cracks, stains on the curtain.
Rotting timbers, weep with acetone tears.
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Time is abstract, age is not.
The sound of white paint peeling
Her home is this white palace.
The door, bent with agonizing screams.
Wall cracks, stains on the curtain.
Rotting timbers, weep with acetone tears.