The doors in this house stay closed.

Rusty hinges form land bridges between

wood and metal

metal and wood,

Trapping dust particles which are only just

elderly pieces of the skins that once resided here.

It reminds us of the way sand is just elderly pieces of glass

And to try to find the line between glass and skin

we try to find a line between each other without breaking.

We try to find a way not to let ourselves turn to sandy shores.