The Abandoned House

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My reflectlion distorted by the cracks

As I passed the entry way mirror

Walking through the vacancy 

My own footsteps echoed like thunder;

I stop

It's so quiet I could hear the dust

Settling behind me

Peering into the empty rooms

As I continue my journey 

Wondering what happened

If anything at all

Startled

My thoughts were broken 

by the squeak of an unruly floorboard

"Where is it?"

I think to myself

The musty fragrance begins to overwhelm my nostrils

Panicing; my heart races

It's about to happen

I can feel it

My eyes  flood with tears

I'm running out of time

White noise loudening around me

I can scarcely breath

Stopping short at the edge

And just like that;

it's over.

 

 

 

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